I’ve always been a bit self-conscious about how I look in photos. It’s not that I hate being in front of the camera, but I’ve just never felt like I quite captured my best side. That all changed the day my personal trainer decided to snap a picture of me mid-workout.

It was a simple moment—me holding a plank, feeling the burn—but when he showed me the shot, I was floored. The way he had captured the line of my muscles, the light dancing off my skin, and the sheer focus in my expression made me look like someone I barely recognized in the best way possible. “Wow, you’ve got a real talent for this,” I said, laughing. “You should consider photography.”

He smiled and shrugged. “It’s all about knowing how to showcase your subject in the best light.”

Ever since then, whenever we have a session, he’ll occasionally take a few photos—always thoughtful, always flattering. But then I go home, and my husband, bless his heart, asks me to take a few shots for social media. I try to explain my preferences, but he’s still convinced that “zooming in” is the solution to getting a better picture. No matter how much I adjust my angle, he’ll press the button, and a close-up of my face will stare back at me.

“Isn’t it good? You can see every detail!” he says proudly. “Yeah, but maybe not that many details,” I think, trying to mask my frustration.

It’s not that he’s trying to ruin the photos; he just doesn’t have the same instinct my trainer does. My husband’s heart is in the right place, but sometimes it feels like he’s more focused on capturing the moment than actually making me look my best.

And so, every time I look at the stunning pictures my trainer took, I can’t help but wonder—why is it that some people just have the magic touch with a camera, while others, no matter how much they try, can’t seem to figure it out?