We've all heard the phrase before "A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words" and to each of us it means something different.
For me, I have a photography background so I'm over analytical and look for things such as exposure, grain, "true blacks" and "true whites" in black and white photography. I look for and practice the rule of thirds. Having now just typed that out, I think I just realized why I am horrible at the 'selfie' as they call it. I digress.
I previously have shared my 'initial' gym photo. I had been noticing my clothes were fitting differently, and in some cases my clothes weren't fitting at all; they were literally just too big. Coworkers had somewhat awkwardly asked me "What I was doing?" and then would say "I looked good." I knew at the gym I was getting faster, stronger, and maybe even more determined. Dare I say, somethings were seeming easier.
Kristine would make mention that I looked great, or that my pants were looser. I had noticed in photos of Will and I from the past year that my face was thinner, it was less round as the year came to an end. Kristine had sent me my 'initial' gym photo and each time I looked at it I stared. I'm not sure if it was me staring in disbelief that it was me in August of 2014, or if it was me staring that I knew I was moving away the version of myself in that photo. I would always stare.
Before working out with Kristine today she told me to stop. I listen to her, and never know what to expect, so I stopped. She wanted to take my photo. To quote her, she had "cornered me." Well, now me being me said "Actually we're in the middle of the gym, no corners around, but ok." She snapped the photo and we went on our workout way.
Later this afternoon Kristine sent me a message. It was a picture. What happens when a picture is supposed to be worth a thousand words, and you're speechless?
For me, I have a photography background so I'm over analytical and look for things such as exposure, grain, "true blacks" and "true whites" in black and white photography. I look for and practice the rule of thirds. Having now just typed that out, I think I just realized why I am horrible at the 'selfie' as they call it. I digress.
I previously have shared my 'initial' gym photo. I had been noticing my clothes were fitting differently, and in some cases my clothes weren't fitting at all; they were literally just too big. Coworkers had somewhat awkwardly asked me "What I was doing?" and then would say "I looked good." I knew at the gym I was getting faster, stronger, and maybe even more determined. Dare I say, somethings were seeming easier.
Kristine would make mention that I looked great, or that my pants were looser. I had noticed in photos of Will and I from the past year that my face was thinner, it was less round as the year came to an end. Kristine had sent me my 'initial' gym photo and each time I looked at it I stared. I'm not sure if it was me staring in disbelief that it was me in August of 2014, or if it was me staring that I knew I was moving away the version of myself in that photo. I would always stare.
Before working out with Kristine today she told me to stop. I listen to her, and never know what to expect, so I stopped. She wanted to take my photo. To quote her, she had "cornered me." Well, now me being me said "Actually we're in the middle of the gym, no corners around, but ok." She snapped the photo and we went on our workout way.
Later this afternoon Kristine sent me a message. It was a picture. What happens when a picture is supposed to be worth a thousand words, and you're speechless?
She had taken both my initial photo and the photo she took today and put it with a quote she found. I remained speechless. In fact, I couldn't come up with words. I was too busy crying. Kristine told me she cannot even remember me looking like that, and she told me I should be so proud. I told her I was lame because I was crying. Then she sent me the rest of the quote she had put with my photos.
Once again I was staring silently. I was asked if I recognized the girl on the left. I had to think. My first answer was "More scary than not recognizing her, is not knowing when I became her." My final answer was "She's still with me, she helped me become who I am today and brought me on my journey."
Kristine ended our chat by sending me one more image.
She had no idea I had previously thought at times things were getting easier. As it turns out things got easier for the girl on the left of my photos, because the girl on the right got stronger.
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