[ SECRET POST #2722 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2722 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I think there are exploitative ways to do this and geuinely positive ones. My grandpa took photography in the army and he documented all sorts of things about our family life from then on. So it wasn't something I felt singled out with as a small child. And he took some amazing pictures. There's one of me completely naked, sitting on a block and holding a toy violin as if I'm about to play it, just ... bathed in sunlight. I like it. The existence of those pictures has never embarrassed me. But then, being naked isn't a taboo in my family. On the other hand, I really appreciate that my mom listened to me and put her foot down about not letting people take pictures of me when I didn't want to be in pictures. I got chicken pox when I was ten or so and the blotches were apparently really interesting looking (they made patterns), but I was miserably sick and felt hideous. No pictures were taken. This was the right thing to do. Twenty years later, I still think so.