I can remember when the first thing I would do in my pictures is notice my double chin. And I can remember thinking that was the one thing I’d like to change. (I was fine with the big hips. I was fine with the tummy. But dammit – that chin was just over the top. Too much.) So, I spent HOURS perfecting the masking of said chin.
I would try the “angled” look for optimal hiding. You know, just jut that chin out and tilt it a little bit. Surely, this will work. Also, you are damn right that I strategically placed that veil over my arm:
I tried the duck face for a hot minute and then to literally suction the fat up using the inside of my mouth. I was also clearly drinking quite a bit. This was at my bachelorette party but I still tried to cover that shit up:
I thought I was the Master at masking in the picture. The whole hand under the chin move fools no one because everyone else in the world with a double chin knows exactly what you’re doing:
I also tried the hide behind others trick. Clearly this is a genius move and no one has any idea that not only am I pressing my face against my husband, but also slowly creeping my fingers toward my chin to push the fat back and away. Lord, this a sad attempt here:
I spent hours perfecting how to hide this chin – yet it never worked (except the prop picture – that was brilliant.) Anyhow, It was an actual thought in EVERY picture I took. It was horrible. I still look for it in every picture, but for the first time in a very long time, perhaps ever – I did not find it.
So, what I took away from these pictures at the Pig Roast was that I felt like I looked normal. I blended in and no one saw me as the fat girl…and for once – normal is pretty damn awesome.