Why Is It Always Not Me?
I’m always the one behind the camera. Not because someone asked me to, but because I automatically step in. “Wait, I’ll take it." “Let me adjust the angle.” “Okay, this one looks better.” I make sure everyone looks their best. I make sure the lighting is right, the smiles are natural, the moment is perfect. And somehow… in all that perfection, I disappear. When I look back, I see memories I clearly lived in— laughing, standing there, being part of it all— but there’s barely any proof that I existed in those moments. It’s like I was present… but never seen. I didn’t stay silent about it either. I asked. “Can you take one for me?” “Just one picture…” But the response was never the same. Sometimes it came with hesitation. Sometimes with a rushed click. Sometimes it was ignored completely. And the worst part? I started pretending it didn’t matter. I’d smile, brush it off, and go back to being the one who captures everyone else. But it was never just about pictures. It slowly made me n...
