this is me (all headless and shit) on my wedding day, almost two years ago. i was 236 pounds. i did pretty well with keeping my flowers in front of my over-navel tummy-- what the fuck is up with THAT, by the way? it arrived around 225 pounds, and has apparently decided to stick around because it's STILL THERE at 210. not cool.-- and regret that i wore my pretty, comfortable j. crew ($250!) dress because it was not corset-compatible. also, in dancing pictures, you can totally see my lumpy ass & thighs. boo.
so, here i sit, twenty-six pounds lighter, one size smaller, and unable to find a reasonably useful photo from, oh, since my wedding. nice, becklette, really nice. note to self: buy a camera with your next bonus. for real. you need it.
it occurs to me that h might have some on his phone, but i think i've been pretty clear about only keeping pictures of me from the waist up, so he'd better not.
and if you were wondering, the shrug (SIZE MEDIUM?? i waited until it was on sale and they only had mediums & smalls left and dear god almighty, i had to have it to cover my fat arms!!) is a dark coral cashmere from ann taylor, the sash matches (also from ann taylor), as do the shoes, and the flowers are peach & coral gerbera daisies but i swear to you, i was VERY clear about my displeasure over the unapproved addition of PEACH to my wedding.
so, anyway, someday i'll post a progress pic. how about that?