C is for Camera - As a fat girl I avoided cameras like the plague. I am noticeably missing from an entire decade of family photos. Seriously there are few pictures of me from age 18 to 35 floating around. How did I manage this? Well by always volunteering to be the photographer. On rare occasions the camera caught me and here is some of the photographic evidence:



Post Gastric Bypass version
C is for Camera - Post-op snap away. I don't mind having my picture taken and I'm looking forward to being in family photos now. After plastics I'm treating my Mom and I to a portrait together. I don't cringe when someone gets out a camera now. What a difference a year makes!
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