My husband is in the military so he leaves home a lot.
The first time he left home was when we were newly weds and still living in the college town where we met. This was years ago when Becka and I lived in the same state and went to the same school.
One night I called her up, crying.
I was hormonal and pregnant, I hadn't heard from my husband in weeks. I was a total hot mess.
Becka came over to cheer me up.
She needed to take some pictures for her photography class and asked me to be her subject.
I just knew the photos would turn out terrible since my face was blotchy and my eyes were swollen with tears.
But her photography class paid off and she did a good job. You can't even tell I was crying.
And now, these are some of my favorite pictures I have of myself.
She made me smile...
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Hot Mess Definition 2: a person who looks as if they've been to hell and back