I can't remember a time where I liked having my picture taken. In fact, I would avoid pictures as often as possible, and hide behind anyone I could in group photos. For my first mother's day, we received a generous gift from my parents to have family photos done, but I was petrified. I can remember that day, and how frustrated I was that I didn't have cloths that fit me, or that were nice enough for a family photo shoot. I can remember crying, and eventually just not caring what I looked like as time ran out. I can remember getting the finished product, and finding only a couple that I {sort of} liked. It was hard to justify purchasing these photos, because I had such a hard time seeing myself in them...needless to say, I didn't share them with anyone buy my family...

Fast forward to about 6 or 7 months ago, when it came time to choose a photographer for our wedding, I was still feeling a little scarred from my last photo shoot...I avoided finding a photographer like the plague, and tried to find every excuse why we didn't need one. But, due to popular demand, we hired one anyway.  Between hiring, and the big day, I happened to have made a big transformation. Not only in my weight loss journey, but emotionally, too. For the first time ever I didn't feel as nervous about the photo shoot as I had in the past.