Day Before the BIG Photo

Yep, tomorrow is the day I go in for that not looking forward to, so wonderful BEFORE photo. A little part of me is looking forward to it. Another part of me is going oh crap! What do I wear? Then there is little tiny part of me going, “Why am I doing this? I pray NO ONE sees this photo!” Ah…but no one will IF I don’t win! But damn! Wouldn’t it be nice to have a $1,000 in my pocket for that awesome trip to Playa del Carmen, Mexico in September? Crap! I’ve got to win and damn it, people have to see that photo!

So, I don't own a bikini. Seriously, why would I own one? I'm a big girl, with rolls, stretch marks and scars. One of those lovely scars runs a few inches up above my belly button, around it and several inches below it. Not the typical scar one would get when having her appendix removed! At the time the doctors were going in to do exploratory surgery to find out why I was having so much abdominal pain. Anyway, that's a story for another day. The scar became a permanent marking back in August of 2001 and left me in the hospital for almost a week. The only good part is that it saved my life.

Below that, under that bottom fat roll, is the incision from my left to right. That is where Miss Emilie was delivered. Yes, via c-section on June 30, 2006. I love that scar because it brought the most beautiful baby girl into my life! So there...my reasons for not owning a bikini.

What should a girl do when needing to have such a revealing photo taken? Do I go in my unflattering tan bra and granny panties? Should I sport a sports bra with some cute little boy short underwear? Maybe the sports bra, but the boy short underwear might be a little too much. Shorts. Regular green shorts! There we go! The before picture outfit is picked out. I'm sure as heck not buying a bikini that hopefully would be way too big for me in a few months and most likely something I'd never wear anyway!