11/06/2026
My sister used to take pictures of me crying when I was little...
It was usually when Mum was washing my security blanket which felt too hard to handle.
I have since forgiven my mum and sister 😅
I've always gone blotchy when I cry. I'd probably say I'm a bit of an ugly crier. I envy the people that don't go blotchy when they cry!!
But this photo by Catarina Neves Photography shows something different. I don't feel ugly here.
I don't particularly like having my photo taken, I feel stiff and uncomfortable but Catarina just said to do the things I love and she would capture it - and so I read a poem.
This poem 'Beacuse' by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer has been a guiding light for me over the past year or so and reading it aloud, (almost) alone in the woods, I couldn't hold back the tears. At first I felt embarrassed but then accepted that this is just me, I feel deeply and can't hide it.
The poem ends with these lines "To love as if it matters, as if the world depends on it" and at this time when to be honest I don't want to be on social media, I want to hide in a hedge. These words ring true. The world does depend on it - maybe if we all try and love a little bit harder, then the world may be a different place.
Thanks for capturing this Catarina Neves Photography 💚
