Skin Deep

I woke up before sunrise this morning with a mostly clear head after being laid out for the past three days thanks to a co-worker who had shared his bad cough with me on a two hour drive into Connecticut. I had been on a regimen of foul tasting, ancient Chinese herbal remedies because I couldn't get to a doctor over the weekend.

As I boiled the stuff up, it looked like a roiling brew of black mud. It smelled horrible too. And tasted worse. However, whatever is in there definitely works. Either that or the eighteen hours of sleep I managed each day.

Anyway, I had intended to post during the weekend to ring in the new year, but that plan, along with the topic I had in mind eluded me during my illness. However, in my sickened state, I had another thought that I wanted to share.

Dresses can cover a multitude of things that women find defective with themselves.

Where did that come from, you ask? I was photographing a wedding this weekend prior to getting sick. When I was working with the bride, she had complained about her need to lose some weight, that she had fat thighs, large derriere etc. She was unhappy with her physical image.

I wanted to point out at this moment that I didn't see the same image of her that she saw of herself. She wasn't slender, but she also wasn't tall, rather she was full figured. However, once she put on her wedding dress, the things she complained about were covered by the dress. Now, she looked like a radiant and beautiful woman on her most important day.

In effect, I guess I am saying that beauty is skin deep, and the reason her groom was marrying her wasn't because of what she saw as physical defects, but for the personality within.

*shrug* I don't know where I am going with this, and I am suddenly tired again. I guess I'll share this thought and see if I get reamed by all the feminists out there.