The view from straight ahead gives the illusion of width Kate Moss would envy. The building, not me obviously, although my baby boobs blow hers out of the water any day.
Then you change the angle slightly and BAM:
The backside is like the Kim Kardashian of buildings. You never see it coming, but you can't escape it walking away.
Exhibit A and B:
I am pleased with these two photos as A) my spray tan looks decent, B) I don't look as intoxicated as I really was and C) a world class Carnie Weight Guesser would probably put me at something near my actual weight.
WTF happened here? Let me point out a few *problem* areas I was completely unaware of:
1. Arm fat. Seriously?
2. No, I am not pregnant. I may eat like I am with child, but I am not. The good news is, my friend R said he thought every single one of us were pregnant as we walked down the aisle in this dress. I choose to blame the dress as well.
3. That? Is my ass. Just like the Flatiron, I have quite a lot hidden back there. My ass applied for its own zip code this morning, although seeing as the IRS says they don't know me, I assume the city will deny my zip code application as well.
So this is what I have learned. I am perfectly fine with my self in real life, but I think Kodak has it in for me. It appears as though I need to take a class in the *diva stance* in order to maximize my assets and minimize my
Somehow though, I just don't think it is realistic to stand like this in wedding photos: