It Only Took One Martini

Ever wonder what it would feel like if you were actually completely comfortable in your own skin? I wonder that same thing all of the time.

However, I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to do an experiment and step into a world where you have to pretend to be comfortable in your own skin. I had a professional photographer friend do a photo shoot.

So, there I was, the non-supermodel, non-anorexic, inexperienced, curvy, over 35 year old woman stepping into a studio with backdrops, lights, fans and other equipment that I knew nothing about. Just the initial sight of it all set up for me was a little intimidating. Okay. A LOT intimidating.

On went the 70's music--and I posed. And posed. And posed. I propped myself up on my elbows until it hurt. I smiled into the blowing fan until my eyes watered. I swung my hair around while trying to stay balanced on high heels. And I laughed at myself a lot.

In the end, I am glad that I did it. I mean who are we kidding? We are all flawed. I am very aware of all of my imperfections. I get to see those imperfections and groan at them in the mirror every day. But it was really nice to have someone gifted in photography find my strengths and make those the main focus. Yes, at first I did feel like a giant dork. But in the end, I have photos that I can share with my husband and friends and look back at when I'm 80 and smile.

Who knows...maybe when I'm 80, I'll be ready to pose for the camera again. I may not swing my hair around as much though. I might throw out my back.