We avoid being photographed. With good reason.
Photo time.
This is the toughest post yet.
Tougher even than posting my weight.
This photo was taken November 21, 2013 at a black tie work event.
I saw it sometime in December. I couldn't believe it.
It spurred the work I am doing now in a way I have never been spurred before.
Who's stomach is that? Who's chins are those? Why did you leave the house like that?
I. Do. Not. Want. That. To. Be. Me. (Anymore.)
Now let me preface this by saying - I am very aware that I do not have a sexy body type. I know I am not, have never been nor will ever been a model by anyone's stretch of the imagination. But some days you think you pull it together and look ok. Well on those days, I am wrong. I am not sure how anybody ever listens to a word I say. They should be too distracted by my stomach.
(When I bought this dress for my sister's wedding years ago it looked good and was flowy and drapey and I just thought it still had the same effect. Now it is 20 pounds of potatoes in a 10 pound sack.)
Don't cringe. Don't feel sorry for me. Don't say it's ok.
Thank you for those sentiments. Just try and be supportive and help me fix it.
Because it is decidedly not ok.
As always, thanks for listening.
Amy
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