If only you knew what it takes for me to say that, and to mean it.
As far back as I can remember being “different”, I remember hating pictures being taken of me.
Always being the “fat friend” I have learned how to be the first one to take the pictures of everyone else, and if I was ever dragged in front of the camera, I know how to hide behind someone else, push my rear out, arch my back, lean forward, shoulders back, chin up, and “smile”. And then take the camera back, and delete all the pictures of myself.
Head still floating.
I have “such a great personality”, pretty eyes, cute dimples, great smile… … Or so I’ve been told.
Blah.. blah.. blah.. Compliment the “fat friend”…
It wasn’t until this weekend, that I saw “it”.
Over a year ago Danne did another impromptu photo shoot of me. This past weekend, as she was getting ready to launch her new website, she called me over to her computer to see a picture I had forgotten all about.
I just stood there for a moment. Looked at my friends, and said “I’m pretty.”*
Moving forward, and not hiding…