I have a friend, Christina, who is an amateur photographer. Earlier this year she asked if I would do a photoshoot for her. Initially I declined. It’s already hard enough for me to see myself as anything other than fat and I didn’t need pictures confirming it.
But it got me thinking. Maybe it would be a good idea. This was a way to face this issue without the fear of rejection or other irrational social phobias that come as a package deal with anorexia. Christina already wanted to take the pictures and, if it would just be us, perhaps it would be cathartic. So I agreed to do the shoot.
In August that shoot happened. At first I was nervous – shaking, almost throwing up nervous. Christina was spectacular at calming me down though. She really was enjoying exploring my body with the camera – she was excited to do it. After a couple of hours it had gone from a frightening experience to a pretty enjoyable one. I’d honestly recommend it to anybody who knows a willing photographer.
And I even liked some of the pictures!
On the whole, it was very, very good for me. Christina and I hugged and planned to do another one later in the year.
Well, Saturday is the appointed day. I will be in St. Louis modeling for her. I thought I was less nervous this time, and I still think I am, but I think I’m more nervous than I thought I’d be. I’ve certainly been more excited than nervous building up to this week. But in the days leading up to this I’m really having to struggle to keep myself from exercising every 15 minutes. It’s this strange mix of uneasiness at the prospect of locking horns with my condition with the excitement at the possibility that, like last time, for a moment I may be alright with how I look. I cannot describe how wonderful that feeling was. It was like tasting pizza for the first time. I’m in better shape now, so I’m excited to see what Christina can do, but still…it’s my body that I’ve spent so many years hating.
It’s like my dad always said: bravery’s isn’t the absence of fear – it’s acting anyway.
Wish me luck.