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Photographs and Memories: The Irony of Me, Photographer, Hating To Have My Picture Taken

June 14, 2017 By Gail Leave a Comment

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Russell Monk https://www.russellmonk.com

“You are not a mistake. You are not a problem to be solved. But you won’t discover this until you are willing to stop banging your head against the wall of shaming and caging and fearing yourself. ”

 
― Geneen Roth, Women, Food and God: An Unexpected Path to Almost Everything
 
     2011. I was in Tibet, a million miles from life as I knew it to be. Russell Monk, an excellent photographer, and supposed teacher, waggled a magazine at me as we rode the tour van. “Gail, look at this.” He pointed to the woman on the cover. “What do you see?”
      I saw a beautiful woman. Young. Flawless. Blond. Sun-kissed. I said so. “Exactly,” said Russell. “There is absolutely no character in her face, no story waiting to unfold, no reason to explore who she is. I look at her and find myself bored.”
     I studied the woman’s image again. Then I looked at Russell. My mind exploded. A man, a photographer no less, who wanted to see wrinkles, freckles, and life’s detritus on a woman’s face? Kapowwwwww.
    I can’t verify this, but I believe I was exposed to all my female flaws before birth. Mom, listening to television, radio, and any other form of media, probably rubbed her protruding belly and sighed. If you’re a baby girl, just know you will never be culturally “right.” (Okay, this never happened. Maybe. Mom was complex.)
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Squinting into the sun knowing I wasn’t measuring up

    I do know that from the time I was a wee child that I was chided for being too much this and not enough that. I was too much of a tomboy who loved to climb trees, play in the dirt, and hang with animals. I was too little of a bajillion other things. Grandma tisked, and frowned, and told me I would be a horrible mother. (Real girls played with dolls. Me? I’d take a Tonka truck, a sandpile, and plastic horses any day.) Grandma said I should be more like other girls who kept clean and thought about their future roles as wife and mother. Me: ZZZZZZZZZ.
     And therein lies the crux of my discomfort of being photographed, then and now. From early on I was not who I was told I should be. Images caught on film would tell the tale, and I squirmed with my shortcomings. 
Here are a few comments that guided me as I grew up:
“Why can’t you be more like ______? She is always clean and nicely dressed. She plays with dolls.”
“Your hair looks like a horse’s tail. Can’t you do something with it?”
“You should try to look like _____. She’s slim and men like looking at her.” (This comment was outside my creepy zone at the time. But now that I think about it, why were married men telling me, a 10-year-old, to look more like a teenage girl they were lusting after? Yuck.)
“Ah, Gail and Sharon. Gail is fat and Sharon is thin. They’re like Mutt and Jeff.” (Me, a kid, going “Who?”) No matter. I knew I was being called fat, and apparently fat equaled bad.
     So, yeah. I dislike having my picture taken. All those voices expounding their disappointment share the image with me. I search the photo for every. Possible. Flaw.  I need to see them before someone else points them out. Somehow I believe that will lessen the pain. But it doesn’t. And then there came that day when Russell asked me that question. “What do you see?”
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What do you see?

     And then there came that day when Russell asked me that question. “What do you see?”
     It boggle my entire being. A man who spends his days photographing people wanted something beyond airbrushed perfection in women? I searched his eyes for the truth and found he was telling it. Boom!
     I would like to say that after that moment I started celebrating my body. As is, and as it will be. But I didn’t, and I don’t. I still cringe when someone asks to take my picture, and shudder at the thought of “selfies.” The “not-enough” judgement, however, ends with me.
     I love to take photos of other women. Gorgeous at every age, women are heavenly in their variety, choices, and visage. Big, small, old, young, tattered or whole, I assure them they are a gift to my camera and I genuinely mean it.
    How do you feel about having your photo taken? Please leave a comment and let’s talk about it!
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