I had somebody tell me that his favorite pictures of me were the ones that weren’t planned. The pictures of me when I wasn’t all dolled up and posing with my head tilted toward my “good side. ” The pictures I’d beg him to delete. The ones that made me uncomfortable. The moments captured without careful consideration of how perfect my hair was or how you couldn’t see the side of my nose because I’m self conscious about that. He said his favorite were the genuine pictures. The pictures that I delete when I feel they don’t meet my standards. He didn’t say it….and I never asked, but that’s how I knew he loved me.