~Cindy Harnett, Times Colonist
If you have gained weight only to glance at photographs and think: “Poor Aunt Martha looks so unhappy and unhealthy” or, “What is that large mass near the buffet table” only to realize Aunt Martha and the Mass is you, then you can relate.
When I had my daughter with my husband I was living the dream. But in the years since, there’s little photographic evidence of that.
There’s a million shots of my daughter. Thousands of her and her dad. And then there’s a handful of carefully posed, cropped, and photo-shopped snaps of myself with her.
Commonly, my head is disembodied and floats behind all manner of people and things — buskers, a park bench, fire hydrant. I don’t care. I’m not ashamed to say I’ve feigned love for a friend’s dog only for the free camouflage. Mostly, I hide behind my daughter.
There are absolutely no photos of me alone. The thought of selfies gave me the hurlies.
This week that all changed. Our Times Colonist photographer Darren Stone — who on the side shoots high fashion and street chic — turned his lens on my daughter and me.
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