Friday morning, I wake up early. Craving for something nice for breakfast, and lucky me, I have the best bakery round the corner (that makes me REAL happy, my weight scale, not so much …). I go for a “feuilleté aux framboises”, basically raspberries folded in heavenly buttery pastry. Got home, put that on my new favorite plate, top that with fresh raspberries, brew some coffee and I was finally ready to devour that. Except that my plate was so pretty that I wanted to show it off and that’s when the endless photo snapping started. Shall I add some flowers to make it pretty-er, a fork, a knife maybe ? - while I know I’ll probably end up eating with my hands… - shall the coffee be on the right, on the left, in the middle ?? Snap, snap, snap, this angle, no, that angle, straighten the fork, the knife...15 photos later… I ended up with a feeling of frustration because these snaps were “not good enough”. But then I caught myself thinking why am I even allowing myself to get frustrated for such a small matter. No one cares about this plate of raspberries and my coffee, like I remembered writing in this post. I don’t need to show a “perfect” breakfast to anyone. I suddenly remembered about this article and the “dream life” of instagrammers. So I just grabbed my half cold coffee and devoured that feuilleté aux framboises - with my hands. It was yummy, and it was messy, crumbs all over the place. And the more I was eating, the messier it was, the more empty my plate got, the more beauty I found in there, and THERE it hit me. It was imperfectly perfect. I snapped. And I loved it. I loved the beauty of the unplanned mess. It doesn’t have to be perfect to be pretty. It shouldn’t be. Because REAL life is not perfect. And I feel that my call is to reflect authenticity in my work so why should I pretend that my life is perfect.

Imperfections are perfectly beautiful. I love them and I want to photograph them. I want to be me, the imperfect girl who eats with her hands, who’s not a size zero, and who loves butter, cheese, chocolate, and everything my bakery has to offer, in real life AND in the so call "social media life" . So to all of you out there, I want us to embrace our imperfections, those who make us who we are. I want to meet you and your imperfections and capture them and show the world how beautiful they are. Are we meeting soon?

Here are the snaps of this morning imperfectly perfect breakfast including the hundreds snaps that got my coffee cold: