I cried (almost) the ENTIRE way through the vows. There simply wasn't going to be a picture of us in the courthouse without me doing the ugly face. And yet, when I saw this picture, I felt before I saw. What I mean is, I didn't see my ugly cry face. I felt those feelings I felt then: the overwhelming love that broke my face into tears and snot and can't-pull-myself-together.
This is what wedding pictures have done to me.
I no longer see myself for my imperfections. I see myself for the beauty of the things I feel, the honest ways they're expressed through my skin. In an almost ironic twist of the expected, being a bride didn't make me feel fat and ugly. It made me finally aware of how gorgeous I am — even, and especially, with a face covered in tears.
My favorite wedding picture isn't the one with the best lighting or the most flattering fall of my dress. It's the one where I am sobbing while sputtering out my forevers to the man I love so much. It's him holding my hands and keeping me from dropping to the floor. It's even the judge's face of love and patience as he takes it all in. It's all of that, and it's beautiful.