I set a goal for myself ten years ago. I promised myself that I would do a professional photoshoot before I turned 30. That may not seem like a big deal to some people but it was a huge thing for me at the time.
I was terrified by the prospect.
I never saw myself as a true beauty. Sure, I knew I was smart, but beautiful…nah, I still struggle with a lot of dumb damage in that category just like a lot of other women and you know what, thank God for therapy.
I am grateful that tonight I stumbled across a few images from this life milestone and looking at the me in these pictures now makes me smile. No, I’m not the face that people scramble to book for the covers of magazines, but I like me. Scratch that, I love the me I see.
I love the glint of mischief in my eye that twinkles when I’m up to something.
I love the curve of my mouth when wisdom tells me not to READ somebody even when they deserve it because the high road has a lovely view.
I love the way my features come together to display the only me that I can be and I call that beautiful.
It’s funny that it took me another ten years before I did another solo photoshoot in Versailles, France.
Now I feel like I should do photoshoots every chance I can get. And not because I aspire to be a model or that I even feel the need to have people comment on my pictures.
I want to be able to look back on my pictures ten years from now and see more of the lovely me that I am here to be.
Marta C. Youngblood is a writer, education and social entrepreneur based in Little Rock, Arkansas. For more information on her current projects visit https://about.me/MCyoungblood.