Unseen Between Us

My daughter dislikes having her picture taken; plagued by anxiety about her appearance, she has grown accustomed to hiding behind her glasses. Yet I, her mother, yearn to capture these moments—and, above all, to truly see my daughter. When she finally picks up the camera, the lens turns toward me—and, in doing so, turns back upon herself. Can we, through the eyes of another, learn once again to see ourselves?