Friday, August 1, 2014

Why I'm Finally Sharing the Photos I Hid for Years





Are you happy with what you see when you look in the mirror?



It's a challenge for most of us to love our bodies and fully embrace our appearances. Kate Fox, co-director of the Social Issues Research Centre in Oxford, England, claims: "Among women over 18 looking at themselves in the mirror, research indicates that at least 80 percent are unhappy with what they see."



I will admit that prior to being diagnosed with alopecia universalis, I had a pretty strong self-esteem and was satisfied with my physical appearance. When I lost all of my hair, it was difficult to adjust to being bald, but what proved to threaten my confidence even more was the loss of my eyebrows and eyelashes. These features add contrast to our faces, and without them, I suddenly looked drastically different.



I learned how to use eye makeup so that my face would appear more "normal," and to this day, I never leave my house without wearing it. When I'm alone with my family or very dear friends, I'm willing to go makeup-free, but when I'm out in public, I simply can't go without it.



I can't help but think that without makeup, I look sick, almost as if I'm a cancer patient undergoing chemotherapy. But the fact is, I'm not sick, and I don't want the outside world to assume that I am. So day after day, I throw on my makeup and walk around bald, with pride.



Why I Want To Take It All Off



I feel somewhat hypocritical for blogging and preaching about finding the inner strength to embrace who we are, when I myself am unwilling to show my face without makeup. Although I'm not ashamed of how I look without it, I've just never felt ready to wash it all off and let it all go.



Six months ago, I was cleaning out an old external hard drive and I came across several photos that I almost forgot existed. They are professional photographs that were taken of me when I wasn't wearing a stitch of makeup. I haven't shared these photos with anyone (besides my husband and my mom). I've never printed them, and I rarely look at them. They've lived on my drive and have been tucked away in my office for years.



It's taken me six months to muster up the courage to write this post, but I'm finally ready to share these photos and I hope that in doing so, I'll be able to inspire others to let go of their own personal insecurities.



Where Did These Photos Come From?



About seven years ago, I was on a train heading to New York City for a voiceover audition. I sensed that someone was watching me, and when I looked up, I saw a scruffy, long-haired, middle-aged man checking me out. Unnerved, I turned back to my newspaper, but I couldn't shake the feeling that this stranger was studying me intensely.



When we arrived in Manhattan, the man caught up with me on the exit ramp. He introduced himself as Len Irish, explained that he was a portrait photographer and asked if he might have the opportunity to photograph me sometime. Initially, I wasn't so sure, but he dug into his pocket and presented a small, folded up version of his portfolio. When I saw that he had been responsible for stunning photos of Jennifer Aniston, Anthony Hopkins and Muhammad Ali, I realized I was dealing with a brilliant photographer and it had been a mistake to judge him so quickly.



I was also intrigued by his offer. I have always wanted a photographer to take creative liberties and use my baldness as if it were a blank canvas for an art project or an advertising campaign. Suddenly, I had my opportunity.



The Shoot



Two weeks later, I found myself in Len's photography studio in downtown New York City. Len informed me that he was looking to capture a particularly androgynous look for a project, so he wanted to photograph me without makeup. When I heard this, my nerves kicked into high gear, but I decided to go through with it because it seemed like an interesting opportunity that just felt right.



The shoot was an experience I will never forget and one that I sincerely enjoyed. As Len and I got to know each other, he snapped away on his camera, commanding me to look in different directions and express an array of emotions.



When I first saw the photos a few weeks later, I felt conflicted. On one hand, I thought that the photos were beautiful in their quality and style. At the same time, I was uncomfortable seeing myself portrayed in such an androgynous manner. I often worry that I look overtly masculine, and these photos didn't help to alleviate that particular insecurity.



After I shared the photos with a select few and continued to feel torn about my appearance in them, I saved them to my external hard drive and erased them from my computer. And there they've remained for years.



Why I'm Sharing Them Now



A great deal has happened in my life since these photos were taken. I've battled a major illness, endured several surgeries, suffered through the pain of losing loved ones, experienced a healthy pregnancy and gave birth to my first child. All of the ups and downs have helped me to gain a unique perspective on life, and I now know how truly precious life is and what really matters.



The way I look without makeup is not something I need to hide forever. Although everyone may not be able to relate, sharing these photos represents my willingness to take the next step in accepting myself, as well as the way I look since I lost my hair.



I'm aware that these are professional shots and not exactly post-wake-up iPhone selfies, but it still feels like a good step forward, and one that I hope will inspire others to take steps forward in their own journeys towards self-acceptance.



The Photos



So without further ado, here are the photographs that Len Irish captured of me in his studio seven years ago. Although I was fully clothed, there wasn't a stitch of makeup on my face, and I felt completely naked.



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This first shot is very typical of Len's style. It encompasses a darker version of how I actually see myself, but it's also the closest to what I see when I look in the mirror every day.






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I have always found this next photo to be the most intriguing of them all. I love that Len created contrast through the angles and shadows of my facial structure, and I think the androgynous look works here.






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This side shot has always been my least favorite. I have never loved seeing photos of the back of my head, nor do I love the side of my nose when I smile, and this one highlights both features.






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This peaceful photo is my favorite of the bunch. It looks the least human to me, almost like a mannequin or a dove, and I find it to be the most intimate of all of the photos.






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Len placed random objects on and around my head. I was hoping he would play creatively like this when I signed on to work with him so I like this one.






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At the end of the shoot, Len asked me to wear my wedding jewelry and to apply makeup so he could shoot me for a different project. Looking at these two photos side by side, I find it strange that I could look so different but so similar at the same time.






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Raise Your Glass



I want to thank the incredibly talented Len Irish for noticing me on the train that day, and for helping me to see myself in a new light.



I hope that this post encourages you to love yourself despite your flaws, and if possible, to find a way to celebrate them. I'll cheers to that!



Are you happy with what you see when you look in the mirror? Are you too hard on yourself when it comes to your appearance? Please share your thoughts in the comments section below.



This post originally appeared on Ali's health blog, No Colon, No Worries, for EverydayHealth.com.









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Masters Of Illusion Premieres Tonight on CW

Masters of Illusion has aired on different networks as specials and series, and even has spawned a successful touring magic show, but now it has found a magical new home on The CW with host Dean Cain (Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman). The show features the world’s best magicians and illusionists performing great escapes, fascinating sleight-of-hand tricks and large-scale illusions before a studio audience. Executive producer Gay Blackstone (widow of famed magician Harry Blackstone Jr.) says Masters of Illusion will feature magic that the audience has never seen. “Some of the show’s magic may be classic, but … Continue reading →


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A Perfect Summer Day

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The other day, my husband suggested we take a Saturday day trip to a town in California's central valley to pick peaches. We live near San Francisco. Most days in July and August, fog pours through the Golden Gate Bridge and covers our town with what I consider to be arctic air. This means while the rest of the country is wearing shorts and flip-flops, I'm wearing wool socks and a down coat and trying very hard not to feel sorry for myself.



As a girl, I spent summer weekends at a ranch in Northern Arizona where we had peach trees. Family friends of my parents would drive from California with their four children in a yellow Pontiac station wagon, the kind with wood panels on the sides and rear seats that faced backwards. When our family friends arrived, we would pick peaches, make pies and eat dinner late. It was a time when the sun set reluctantly and singing happened around a fire at night.



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As my husband and I prepared for our day trip, fog and cold wind swirled around our house while I covered my skin in sun block. Maybe we'd see the sun. Perhaps I might even feel hot. When we got in the car, the temperature gauge read 56 degrees. As we headed north on highway 101, it only took 20 minutes for us to leave the fog behind. A half hour later, I took off my wool socks and enjoyed the California oaks and watching the temperature rise. About an hour into the drive, I pushed the AC button in the car.



We selected a U-Pick farm with peaches and plums in season near Brentwood. In less than an hour and a half of driving inland, the outside temperature almost doubled. The gauge read 98 degrees outside. The heat was heaven to me, and I felt my skin open to the warmth. In the parking lot at the farm, I put my feet in the hot dirt: summer. We checked in at the fruit stand, where we were told that the pluots were delicious and that the peaches were in rows 100 to 103. We took a bucket supplied by the farm. A white board listed prices. I laughed that to drive and pick the fruit ourselves was the same cost per pound as our local grocery store. We were paying for the experience I reasoned and decided to get my money's worth and savor being in an orchard. It had been decades since I'd picked peaches.



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We wandered through the trees. Towards the end of row 103 (they were numbered), we saw a tree sagging with the weight of white peaches. It was stunning to see so much fruit on one tree.



The branches bowed to earth. I knew that feeling. As the mother of three, I remembered that late pregnancy heaviness. "Would someone, anyone, please have mercy and take this baby out of me?" The trees seemed to be asking the same of us.



We were allowed to sample and picked ripe peaches and ate them. Juice dripped from our hands and we delighted in the sweetness. I watched dragonflies encircling a tree and butterflies zipping upwards. It seemed the insects were doing their own version of a harvest dance while we filled our bucket with ease.



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I made a note to myself when I was standing in the middle of a white peach tree to remember the feeling. I wanted to remember the heavy scent, the branches full of leaves and the ripe fruit in my face, beside me and behind me. I wanted to remember laughing.



When I was in the middle of a peach tree, I laughed out loud at the incredible abundance of a tree full of ripe fruit. In the aisle of the orchard, I laughed again at all the peaches, plums, and apricots--an orchard full of ripe fruit. I don't think our culture would suffer so much if we spent more time with fruit bearing trees. They feel generous, abundant and awesome.



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When we found the pluots, we ate them from the tree as if we were children in a candy store allowed to sample the sweetest of treats. One pluot fell from a tree and my husband, to his credit, caught it in midair. The juice burst all over his hands and shirt, exploding with summertime warmth.



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We returned to the fruit stand, hot, covered in fruit juice carrying buckets of peaches, plums, apricots and pluots. We paid for our trove, bought some white corn and filled our hot car with bags of fruit. The air conditioning in the car recirculated peach scented air. As we descended into the Bay Area, we had a view of San Francisco and the distant hills. The sky was blue, the hills were golden, and the fog had receded and hung out over the ocean. For a moment, I remembered what it felt like to be hot, carefree and drunk on peaches and summer.



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Kathleen Buckstaff is the author of two books that celebrate life and motherhood:Mother Advice To Take With You To College, a collection of hilarious drawings and wise sayings, and The Tiffany Box: A Memoir, an International Best Book Awards Finalist, a true story told through emails and letters about the last two years of Kathleen's mother's life.



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Why We Created 'I Support You' -- And Where We Stand A Year Later

7 Deadly Sins

When talking about sin, you can’t help but get dark, and executive producer Morgan Spurlock’s (Super Size Me) new Showtime documentary series, 7 Deadly Sins, does lean toward the dark side, both in its stylish presentation, and through some black humor. That wryness comes from both the choice of stories that populate the seven episodes (each one devoted to one of the titular sins), and from Spurlock’s role as host, introducing each segment. Spurlock tells us that the inspiration for having him host in such a manner came from him “having a fantastic, twisted childhood, watching lots of Twilight Zone … Continue reading →


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GSN’s Skin Wars showcases America’s top body painters

As artwork has captivated the world for centuries in countless different forms that continue to evolve over time, the possibilities and canvases are endless. Made popular through music videos, movies and television, body painting has become a new wave of art that allows artists to literally make their art come alive. GSN’s new competition show, Skin Wars, provides an inside look at the astonishing skills it takes to be a body painter combined with the excitement of competition. With a grand prize of $100,000 at stake, ten talented artists are risking it all to accomplish their dreams. Host Rebecca Romijn … Continue reading →


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Light Up Every Room You Enter

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Own Your Magnificence!



Not long ago the amazing Dr. Maya Angelo passed away, leaving a legacy of words and actions that continue to inspire us to find the courage to figure out who we really are... who we really want to be. It took a re-reading of her marvelous poem called "Phenomenal Woman" to reignite my memories of another amazing woman who first taught me how to take ownership of my own magnificence.



Years ago, when I was a professional photographer -- one of my many incarnations -- I had the pleasure of photographing a fabulous "French" American born woman who had moved to Paris at the ripe old age of 20, simply because she adored everything French. After years of being a model, stylist, and beloved wife of an apparently adoring (deceased) husband, she was now in New York living a grand life to its fullest. To this day I don't know what possessed "Ma Mère," as I called her, to take me under her wing, but her sharing her secret has since taken me to places women far more beautiful, accomplished, wealthy, and successful have only dreamed of going. I say secret, opposed to secrets, because when the day was done, everything always came back to the most important lesson any woman or man can ever learn: How to Own Your Magnificence.



In a hundred different ways she encouraged me to love every single part of myself so there never would be any doubt of my own self-worth. Self-respect and self-confidence in whatever you chose to do were absolute. While other young women were being educated in the great value of mastering domestic skills and the various ways to accommodate others, I was being taught to embrace your own femininity, while always taking full responsibility for your mind, body, spirit and experiences. This jewel of a woman taught me the importance of only being led by the thoughts that empower and serve you, while consciously being on guard to eradicate and eliminate any negative ones -- no matter from whence they came -- that could get in the way of you loving your one-of-a-kind sparkling unique self!



I can still see Ma Mère sitting with me in the garden over afternoon tea, captivating and mesmerizing me with her fascinating stories while she weaved her lessons throughout, as one does with silk threads through fabric, to create a beautiful tapestry. With a glow coming off her that could light up the darkest corner she would begin to teach her little mentee this very important life lesson.



"Mon Chéri, if you want to be the kind of rare jewel worthy of love, adoration, and special care, you must develop a powerful ownership of your own magnificence -- which can only be generated from the inside out. The depth and the strength of your inner light is what makes a woman truly beautiful. When the outside begins to change possibly not so much to your liking -- as it will eventually for everyone -- others will barely notice. The brightness of your love and inner wisdom will diffuse any so called flaws, making you irresistible and unforgettable. Just like an expensive bottle of French parfum you will become cherished and intoxicating!"



Ma Mère was one of the most beautiful and exciting women I have ever known and those qualities never diminished. Men and women of all ages were enamored with her magnetic charm and the ageless beauty she wore like the finest cashmere scarf. She had such respect for the natural gifts she had been given, and embellishing them with care and adornment, was as natural to her as breathing. She could never understand why anyone would "poubelle leur temple," trash the temple that cares their soul. "How could anyone have such little respect for the body that the Source of it all has given them for the most incredible ride of your life? C'est fou, it's crazy." She totally believed in the idea of polishing "the outer stone," so that your body and physical presence metaphorically had the luster of a top grade jewel. But even more importantly, was working on all the inner wisdom and intuitions that makes every woman her own priceless work of art.



Lighting up every room you walk into means to always Own Your Magnificence. Owning your perfection without any false pride or arrogance is simply knowing how special you really are, and how lucky any man or woman, lover or friend is to have you in their life. Some of the best advice my adored Ma Mère gave me was to never forget that unequivocally, nothing is more irresistible than a truly confident woman. She would say, "You must always be 'à l'aise dans votre peau, comfortable in your own skin, and never be an imitation of anyone but yourself." When you Own Your Magnificence you send out an undefinable energy that makes you light up every room you walk into and everywhere you go. You become like the Eiffel Tower light show at midnight on New Year's Eve: Unforgettably electrifying. En-JOY!



This is an excerpt from a new release coming this Fall entitled, Life -- Lust & Love, Shared Secrets from a Seasoned Woman.



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