Headshots
It was time for everyone in our office to get new
headshots. A new website was being developed and they wanted consistent
photographs for the team—the others had been random shots. One outside in a
tank top, one in a studio, another in winter…you get the picture, they just
didn’t go together.
Our local photographer was called in to do the job. The
morning of the shoot there were lots of complaints. I hate to have my picture
taken and I like my old headshot were common themes, but the real complaints
weren’t voiced until the pictures were snapped.
- I look fat.
- My hair looks bad.
- Can you get rid of my wrinkles?
- Will you Photoshop my gray?
- Will you take another? And another? And yet another?
- I like my old headshot better.
The poor photographer was just doing his job, but he took
much abuse for the hour long session. We laughingly said it must be much easier
to do an on-mountain shoot with skiers who don’t care nearly so much about the
way they look.
When my turn came, the shutter snapped and he showed me
the picture. I could have easily complained about my hair or my size or any
number of other things, but instead I had learned from watching the others and said,
“Well it looks like me, so I guess it is fine.”
He grinned and said it’s nice that you are comfortable
with who you are.
It has not always been that way; years earlier I too
would have joined in on the whining and demanded a different picture, but over
the years I have come to realize that there are many things that are more
important than wasting my time on my looks.
God has created me just the way I am and when I express
dissatisfaction about my looks it is telling God that He made a mistake and that is not true.
Psalm 139:14 I praise you because I am
fearfully and wonderfully made;
your
works are wonderful, I know that full well.
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