Why I Chose Photography (Or Why It Chose Me)

A few years ago, I believed I had no talent for photography. Not because I didn’t love it—but because I thought being a photographer meant performing. It was about having the right gear, the perfect Instagram feed, the confident persona behind the camera. And at the time, I didn’t feel like I could live up to that.

But over the last few years, everything changed.

I stopped trying to perform photography and started learning how to feel it. I began to understand that being a photographer isn’t about how you look doing it—it’s about what you see, what you sense, what you feel when you press the shutter. It’s about connection. It’s about presence. It’s about capturing the unspoken.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve felt insecure about my own image. To be honest, I still do. But behind the lens, something shifts. When I photograph people, I see something so deeply beautiful in them. And in that moment, I get to show them what I see—how radiant, real, and powerful they truly are. That moment fills my heart in ways I can’t even explain.

Photography chose me. Not just to make art—but to help others see themselves with compassion. To express emotions I can’t always say out loud. To translate silence into something tangible, something true.

I’m still growing. Still learning. Still healing.

But photography continues to be my language, my mirror, my gift. And I’m endlessly grateful it found me.