We had family photos done a couple weeks ago. This was my first time. MY first time. I get the kids’ photos yearly if not semi annually but I have NEVER taken a photo session with me in it. I did take a couple photos during one of their sessions with my then boyfriend for cards but those went in the trash with that unhealthy relationship.
This time was different. As I refocus on the blog and refocus on my transformation I am finding peace with WHERE I AM. Not just where I want to be, but where I am NOW. It is very freeing. I am the second heaviest I have ever been and even after gaining almost all of my previous loss back, I am happier than I have ever been. I am confident, I am secure.
So I took photos. A lot of them. Some of them with the kids, some of them by myself.
When I got the photos back I smiled. I cried. I didn’t cry because I looked so fat (and that thought did cross my mind but I quickly pushed it to the back of my mind), I cried because I did it, I was proud of myself, and we looked damn cute.
Our little family. Our new life. Our new normal.
and I am in love …