I was telling my mom about a beautiful friend of mine that I took photos of. She kind of just shrugs her shoulder's and goes, eh she's alright - she's just average.
Inside I was offended, like personally offended. It felt like she just insulted my own looks but she neither insulted anyone nor offended me personally.
I suppose I get attached to each subject of my portrait photography. I spend so much time editing them and trying to make them as pretty as I can, and often fall in love a little bit. I know their appearance so well by the end of an editing session. I know the proportions of their body, where their moles are, what pimples they had at the time, what pattern their freckles are.
It's creepy perhaps, but also beautiful. I never thought you could get to know a person so well through photography.
So yeah, I guess it makes sense for me to be defensive. But at the same time, it makes no sense.
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