"What you see in the mirror is not a photo. That reflection staring back at you is a creature of breath and vigor, complete in all its scars and charms because it lives. It smiles and winks and furrows its brow and tousles its hair and tugs at its ears. It is imbued with the charisma and grace that your soul shines into the glass. But, for some reason, that doesn't come through in pictures. Family reunion photos. Vacation pics. School portraits. Even selfies don't seem to capture the verve, the electricity of who you really are. It disappoints you. It isn't you. So, you hide when the cameras come out. You move to the back row. You hunch or huddle. You hide your teeth because you know the smile will be awkward and insincere. You might even scooch out of frame. 

But we don't see the unsatisfactory image, that timid apparition shying from the camera. What we see, as you sit laughing, sipping champagne while your hair and makeup are expertly attended to, is a being of untold depth and strength, bold and resolute and absolutely gorgeous in your divine uniqueness. We don't see unphotogenic because unphotogenic isn't a thing. We see how you talk with your hands. How one corner of your mouth turns up when you smile. How the proper angle turns your eyes into torchlight. How you hold sadness in your temples. How you glide when you're happy. 

It's a tingle of recognition when you look into the lens. You know that through it, with or without the polish of state-of-the-art equipment, high-end lighting, haute couture wardrobe, and gold-star products, there is someone seeing your truest self - maybe like no one has seen you before, not even you. In this trust, this shimmering acceptance, you won't want to hide. You'll burn so bright..."