What made me brave enough to do a shoot? Nothing. I was terrified right up until I introduced myself. And nervous for quite a bit after that. Coming up the stairs I thought for sure I would pass out. I sat in my car trying not to cry before that. Trying and failing. I hadn’t, “reached my goal weight.” I felt unprepared, did I pick good outfits? My husband wasn’t interested in the photos and even viewed my choice negatively, saying it was a waste. I had brought a deconstructed cake with me, for Pete’s sake. In fact, the only thing I felt confident about was that I wanted to share my photos and my story.
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