So I signed up for a second boudoir photo session. Mostly because I figure it will take me a few times to get it right. If once is good, twice is better, natch.
But the process of trying to schedule my session with the photographer was an absolute nightmare. First I had to take pictures of myself in my lingerie and send them to the photographer. So of course I did this and the pictures all looked like hell. But whatever, I did it. Now I’m ready to schedule my session. We went back and forth on dates. I felt like I was being given the run around. Is this his business or not? He was unprofessional. Not getting back to me in a timely manner. Not replying to my texts. Changing dates on me. It felt like he didn’t want my business.
I couldn’t help but feel like I was being singled out because I wasn’t a size 2. Would he be as challenging to work with if I looked like Kate Upton?
Of course the WHOLE point of this process is to face my fears and body issues and just have a beautiful time being me.
And now I’m feeling a little gun shy.
I’ll get over it. I’ll force myself to get over it.
And as a promise to myself and a friend, I snapped this pic of me in a man’s white dress shirt.
See…. I can be photogenic!