My personal trainer takes the coolest shots! Every time we finish a workout, he casually pulls out his phone, angles it just right, and—snap! I look strong, confident, and effortlessly cool. Even when I feel exhausted, the pictures make me look like I just crushed a fitness campaign shoot. It’s like he has a sixth sense for lighting, angles, and timing.

My husband, on the other hand… well, bless his heart, he tries. But somehow, every photo he takes makes me look like I’m mid-sneeze. ‍♀️ Either my eyes are half-closed, my mouth is slightly open like I’m confused, or my posture makes me look like I just tripped over my own feet. I don’t know how he manages to catch the worst possible moments, but he does—consistently.

“Babe, why do I look like this?” I asked, scrolling through another set of unfortunate shots.

“You were moving,” he defended himself. “Maybe just… stand still next time?”

Stand still? What am I, a statue? My trainer captures me mid-action, and I look powerful. My husband? He captures me mid-blink, and I look like I just got hit with a gust of wind.

At this point, I think I have to accept reality: if I want a picture where I actually look good, I either need to take a selfie—or schedule a workout with my trainer.