While I was at Mom 2.0 at the beginning of May, I ended up in a bunch of photos. And since this is 2014, some of those photos ended up on Facebook. And because it's Facebook, I ended up tagged, which meant all my friends —from my 4th grade classmates to the girl who lived on my floor in college to my mother's second cousin who lives in Sweden—saw them.
I did not like it. They were not flattering. They were candid, and that is what I look like in candid photos, but they made me sad.
**insert literally 1000 words I wrote then deleted about how being fat sucks here**
You know what's a huge waste of my time? Being sad about being fat while pregnant. I feel a compulsive need to mention my doctor remains unconcerned. I don't have high blood pressure or gestational diabetes or any other weight-related complications, so all my sadness is purely vanity-related right now.
I do a lot of maternity photo sessions and my clients are always GORGEOUS. Because that's who wants maternity photos: people who look adorable even at eight months pregnant. People who look like me spend five minutes on Pinterest and realize no lacy dress and oversized sun hat will ever change the size of their arms or shape of their face. But this is what I look like. This is what I look like right now while growing baby #3 and walking around in the world—and there is nothing wrong with wanting photos of myself OR with showing those photos to other people.
It's like that meme about how to get a bikini ready body: Buy a bikini, put it on your body. Done.
Here's how to take plus size maternity photos. Be pregnant in front of a camera, get someone to press the shutter button. Done.
I owe my husband a huge thanks for helping with these. He very patiently posed for all my pictures so I could adjust the manual camera settings, and then I had to explain exactly what I wanted. "The sun should shine behind us to make haze but not TOO much haze and don't get the sun actually in the picture and try to get the focus point right on the kids and tell me if my bra is showing [it was ALWAYS showing] and does my arm look OK like this or should I hold it differently?" And he did all of it standing in the buggy, snakey orchard without complaining. He doesn't really understand WHY I wanted 400 photos of myself standing in an orchard, but he knew it was important so he helped. He's a good guy.
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