My Looks were never my super power
My looks were never my super power,
maybe they could have been but bad photography taken of me in my teens and merciless bullying saw to it that they never were an option. I grew up believing that I would never turn heads or open doors because of how I looked. My super power came from somewhere else entirely, this, in time, I came to understand.
I can’t help thinking that I may well have had a different life if a few photos would have reflected a more flattering view, the me I felt. Somehow, I would have been far kinder to that inner me.
Reflecting on this as I look through my current body of work has me convinced that not having been given this super power of looks has, in the end, helped me turn my camera into a beautiful mirror.
Pointing its magic towards others, giving them a wee spark that will allow them to ignite their own super power, offering them to see the spark I would so love to have had, this is my super power.
