I swear, my personal trainer has an eye for photography! Every time we finish a workout, he casually snaps a picture, and somehow, it always turns out perfect. The lighting hits just right, the angles make me look toned and strong, and the composition? Chef’s kiss. He even knows how to capture those effortless, candid moments where I look like I belong in a fitness magazine.

My husband, on the other hand… well, let’s just say his photos always need a little correction. Every time I ask him to take a picture, I brace myself for the results. Half the time, he catches me mid-blink, awkwardly posed, or with my head slightly tilted like I’m questioning all my life choices. The other half, I end up looking like a completely different person—sometimes shorter, sometimes wider, always a little… off.

“Babe, how did you even manage to get this angle?” I asked him once, staring at a photo where my head looked tiny compared to the rest of my body.

He just shrugged. “I thought it looked cool.”

Cool? Maybe in an abstract art kind of way.

At this point, I’ve accepted that if I want a good picture, I have two options: set up a tripod or ask my trainer. My husband might be great at a lot of things, but photography? Yeah, we’ll leave that to the professionals.