So, my ten year wedding anniversary is on the 10th. I kinda feel like it's a special one this year, not only is it ten years and falling on 10/10 but DH and I have really been reconnecting the past few months after being on the verge of divorce for several years. Things are now better than ever between us.
Anyway, as the date has been approaching I've been trying to decide what to get him for our anniversary. He's not really into anything and somehow a new shirt just didn't seem very romantic, KWIM? So, I got the idea to do some ...er....pictures.
There's a professional photographer near here that does sensual (and nude) photos and he does a really beautiful job. He has some of it on display at the mall a lot. Anyway, I kinda got caught up in the fantasy of it and decided to take the plunge. My session is this am now though and the reality of my silly little idea is sinking in and I'm FREAKING OUT!!!! Honestly, I've been shaking since I woke up this am. It's not the whole getting down to my skivies (or less) part that worries me (ok, so maybe a little bit
) b/c I'm fairly confident that in real life I don't look too, too bad. I certainly am not my biggest fan of my body, but if the lighting is right and I stand at the right angle (and all the stars and moons fall into perfect alignment
) I think I can pass as ok. What scares me is not being "ideal" in the photos. I had been envisioning pictures with long lean legs, a flat belly, etc...and last night it occured to me....THAT'S NOT ME. I'm short, VERY short and stocky. What if he's not a magician and can't make me look like a 5'10, 105lb model with perfect boobs?
Ok, sorry. I think I can win the stupidest post ever award. I just needed to whine and express the knee knocking fear I was feeling right now.



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