Ok, so I got picked by a photographer to come in and do a free photo shoot to expand his portfolio for his pinup and tattoo work. So I went in tonight with some confidence, alot of nervousness and absolutley NO CLUE of what to expect. So my photographer is 23, a little sloppy and kind of hmmm...out there? So I'm thinking it's going to be alright. I never said I was a size 2, and he knew that. So, we get through with the first part and he says "I can rip any woman apart. I know her flaws right away." So what does my dumb a$$ say? "Ok, you're killing me, what are mine." Stupid, right off the bat, dumb on my part. I asked right? Well, he asks me how many kids I've had and then proceeds to tell me that my arms are flabby. I could've socked him in the jaw. I said, well, I've lost 98 pounds, some of that is extra skin.
And I know it sounds stupid & petty....seriously it does. But man, when you do these things to make yourself feel good about the way you look, and it takes a turn for the worse, you just want to kick yourself!!!
Another thing that I might mention, is that he was not the picture of health either, he admited to me he was over 300lbs. So give me a break!!! But then again, he's not taking his own picture.
So yeah, kinda bummed, and I know it sounds ******ed, but I needed to get it out. Thank god for 3 fat chicks eh?
Thanks for listening....
Carrie



