Anyone who knows me knows that I hate having my photo taken. I mean really hate it, despise it, abhor it. Well, you get the picture (ha, no pun intended).
So, on Sunday I had to drop by an event at LakeSide and I drug Mitchell and Addison along with me. One of the things that we had at the event was a photo booth. You know the type you get in, it snaps your photo and the photos are printed out. So, Addison and I get in the booth to test it out. Our photos printed out and I was horrified! That could not possibly be me in that photo! Yes, I admit that I have gained some weight. I can tell each morning when I'm attempting to find something to wear in my closet. I can tell when I look in the mirror. But, WOW- why does seeing it in a photo seem so much worse? so much more real, than in real life?
Mitchell wanted to see the photos. I was like, "no way!" Of course he's standing there staring at ME (in person); however, I didn't want him to see the photos. Does that make any sense?