This is me, 34 weeks pregnant, completely uncomfortable in front of the camera, trying to appease my mother's request for to actually capture myself in a photograph every now and then.
I look at the picture and feel those pangs: the things you want to change about the image, about yourself. And I force myself to remember that this is who I am, flaws and all. I will never be younger or more beautiful than this moment. This is the photograph of a thirty year old woman carrying her fourth child. A woman who is quite happy with the way her life is being lived, despite the fact that she appears to be so very serious. This is a woman loved by her husband and her family and her friends and her children. A woman who loves her husband and her family and her friends and her children.