6. From down low (also known as the-angle-from-which-Andreas-insists-on-taking-photographs-of-me-despite-my-consistent-protest.)
When, oh when, will my husband learn to take photos from flattering angles? Or even an angle that is less unflattering than this one. Seriously.
Now, I admit that I am not quite as small as I was pre-Theo, and slumping on the couch isn’t doing much for my silhouette, but I promise everyone that I am not quite the manatee that this photo makes me out to be. Even when I was pregnant, and we would do weekly belly shots, Andreas would take a photo from his beltline. Not up by his eyes like any normal person would take a picture. EVERY TIME. Without fail. And every time, I would explain that people look awful if you take pictures of them from below eye level.
So, today’s photo came with a small pet peeve rant, but, seeing as I’ve had a truly awful day, I thought it was much better to write about this, than to write about that.
I just hope to raise awareness, for husbands everywhere, that taking a photo at butt-level makes your butt look REALLY BIG. So stop it.