I Love Capturing the Picture, But Not Being the Subject

I’ve always been the one with the camera out.
Not to be seen—but to remember. To hold on to the details.
To frame the moment, not necessarily be part of it.

I have over 20,000 photos and videos saved in my phone.
Clouds. Buildings. The moon. Water. Light hitting things just right.

I love catching small moments—especially the ones most people overlook. I love how something ordinary can feel worth remembering when you really pay attention.

And yes, I have plenty of selfies. But when I scroll through my camera roll, I realize there aren’t many photos of me that someone else captured.
Not many where I’m just existing, unfiltered and unposed.
Not because I wasn’t there—but because I’ve always been particular about how and when I allow myself to be seen.

The Safety in the Background

There’s a quiet kind of control in documenting.
You get to observe on your own terms. You get to participate without exposure.
You’re in the room—you just decide how much of yourself shows up in it.

I’ve always been that person—the one who sets the vibe, captures the memory, curates the atmosphere.
Not because I was hiding, but because I was protecting something.

When you grow up as the steady one—the one people rely on—it’s easy to ration your presence.
You learn to protect your peace, not disappear.

I’ve been everyone’s lens—but only occasionally my own mirror. On purpose.

Who Gets to Be the Subject?

For a long time, I measured visibility by choice.
I wasn’t unseen—I was intentional. I gave access in layers.

But lately, I’ve been wondering:
What would it feel like to let myself be seen a little more?
Not because I need approval. But because I’m ready.

When I started curating the Girl, Finally – Finding It playlist, I realized I was building a soundtrack for this exact moment in my life.
A season where I’m not just curating beauty—I’m claiming space inside of it.
A season where I’m letting myself be part of the story I usually frame for everyone else.

These songs feel like transition, memory, and becoming. They remind me that I’m not just watching life happen—I’m in it.
Listen Here

The Mirror Is Calling Me Back

Lately, I’ve been curating my life like a sitcom.
Not for a highlight reel—but for peace.

I walk every day with my playlists in my ears, like I’m scoring the moment.
I wear perfume all day—even though I work from home. I stretch every morning, just to remind my body I’m still here.
I breathe with intention. I let the mornings move slowly. I sit on my balcony like it’s a ritual.

These aren’t performances—they’re presence.
This time, I’m not just capturing the vibe—I am the energy.

Finding My Way In

I’m still learning what it means to show up fully.
Not for performance, not for permission—but because I want to be there.
I want to be part of the memory, not just the one who holds it together.

I’m not waiting for someone to invite me into my own story.
I’m already in it—and I’m done standing off to the side.

I’m letting myself be seen—intentionally, gradually, and without apology.

Girl, Finally

If you’ve been careful about how much of yourself you share with the world, I understand.
If you’ve rationed your presence to feel safe, I respect that.
But if you’re feeling the quiet nudge to open up just a little more—this is your sign.

You don’t have to overexpose. But you don’t have to hide either.
You’ve already arrived, more times than you’ve given yourself credit for.
And this season? It’s asking for your full presence.

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Girl, finally—I’m stepping into the picture.