My personal trainer isn’t just great at workouts—he’s also amazing behind the camera. During our sessions, he often snaps photos of me mid-workout, and they’re absolutely stunning. Somehow, he always finds the perfect lighting, the most flattering angles, and even captures those little moments that feel so natural and real. His photos make me feel like I’m in a professional fitness campaign, even if I’m just sweating through squats or struggling with a plank.

It’s funny because, as much as I love my husband, photography is definitely not his thing. Whenever he takes a picture, it’s either blurry, poorly framed, or just hilariously bad. I’ll often end up with my head cut off or some random stranger photobombing in the background. He tries, bless his heart, but he just doesn’t have that natural eye for it.

When I compare the photos my trainer takes to the ones my husband snaps, the difference is night and day. It’s like comparing a masterpiece to a doodle. I’ve joked with my husband that he needs to spend some time learning from my trainer, but he just laughs and says, “I’m not here to be a photographer—I’m here to love you.” And honestly, that’s enough for me.

Still, I can’t help but admire the artistry in my trainer’s photos. They’re not just pictures—they’re moments captured in a way that feels alive. Maybe one day my husband will surprise me and pick up a camera, but for now, I’ll treasure the photos for what they are: unique expressions from two very different perspectives.