08/31/2026
It had been 13 years since my last faculty photo.
As the appointment approached, I noticed all the familiar thoughts showing up.
What color should I wear? What neckline works best with a cropped image? Should I wear more makeup than usual?
And then there were the body thoughts.
I noticed myself comparing this photo to one taken over a decade ago, before I had even seen the new one.
I noticed the urge to critique. To evaluate. To decide whether this version of me measured up to the one from years before.
It’s easy to feel pressure when a photo feels permanent.
So what do you do when you’re dreading the photo?
Notice what’s coming up.
Acknowledge it.
And show up anyway.
The goal isn’t to eliminate every insecure thought before stepping in front of the camera.
The goal is to recognize those thoughts without letting them make the decisions.
My body has changed over the years. Most bodies do. Most bodies will.
It has carried me through work, motherhood, stress, joy, challenges, healing, and growth.
This body allows me to dance at Zumba, strength train, travel, laugh, teach, and learn.
This body allows me to listen to clients, connect with students, hug the people I love, and experience the world around me.
This body has adapted through every season of life.
And lately, I’ve felt even more grateful for that.
The older I get, the more I realize how much energy we spend worrying about how we appear, and how little that has to do with what truly matters.
What matters most becomes clearer with time. The relationships we build. The people we love. The impact we have. The moments we get to experience.
We live in a culture that teaches us to make assumptions about people based on body size, appearance, age, or weight.
I offer a different invitation…
Look beyond the body.
See the person.
See the story.
See the joy, the connection, the challenges, the resilience.
See the humanity.
And maybe, just maybe,
extend that same kindness to yourself. 🤍