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Dear Reader, Recently, I chatted with a relative of a family member. She thanked me for a photo I’d taken years ago of her and her baby daughter — a cherished image that still sits within sight, one of the only ones they have displayed. All these years later, she hasn't stepped in front of the camera again. Her daughter takes selfies of them together, but those stay buried in her phone. They don’t see the light of day. It made me feel both a little sad and grateful that one photo has held so much meaning. She shared it with me to jog my memory, and it made me smile.
I used to feel the same. Here’s what I’ve come to learn. Yes, our bodies change. The years show up in soft lines and extra curves. But we also become more—more grounded, more confident, more ourselves. And yet, our photos often stay stuck in an outdated version of us. That’s why I’m passionate about empowering women 40+ to step in front of the camera — no matter your shape, size, or background. Alpana P.S. The version of you that exists right now—this chapter, this season—deserves to be documented. Not the "before" or "after." The NOW. Because right now, you're luminous. |
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