ConnieLynn
has left the building.
Had to share this. The link will take you to the full blog post. I plan to share with every woman I know.
So youre feeling too fat to be photographed . . .
Listen. I hear you. Youre a few pounds heavier than you like (or a 100lbs heavier than you like). I completely understand how you feel...
...I even picked a career that has me permanently behind the camera rather than in front of it. Seeing myself in pictures actually produces the faintest sick feeling in my stomach. Isnt it amazing we can see the beauty in our best friends, sisters, mothers, and aunts without the slightest thought to their flaws . . . but can obsess for hours on our own imperfections? We fixate on our flaws to the point we shirk at any documentation that our round faces and curvy bodies ever walked the earth. No pictures to show how we LOVE, how we laugh, how we are treasured by our families. How is it possible that a double chin can overpower the beauty of a mother cuddling her child? How does arm fat distract from the perfect shot of a spontaneous hug?