Published: September 26th 2025, 9:33:57 pm
I just agreed to do an event photography job tomorrow that I’m not ready to do. The venue has stairs and Bellissima is not a fan of stairs. It’s a client who hasn’t seen me in years and he’s going to be shocked and concerned. I’m bringing an assistant but they might end up doing most of the work. I think the only reason I agreed to this madness is I crave the feeling of being a fat, out of shape pig in public where I won’t be able to hide. I’m thinking about all the people who’ll be there who last saw me when I was thin, fit, agile, climbing into the lighting rigs to get creative shots of the stage. I’m not that girl any more. Even placing my phone in front of Bellissima to take a short clip has me breathing all heavy and straining. I’m imagining the looks I’ll get and I wonder how many people won’t even recognise me. It’s going to be an interesting experience,