The other bride...

So, if you haven't been in a cave all week, you know about the "runaway bride" that went jogging last week and "disappeared", calling just before her wedding first to fake her kidnapping and then to confess that she was okay and just had cold feet.

That wedding was off, but I still had one to photograph...

I think I understand why the runaway ran away. It's like bulimia.

My cousin used to date a girl that was bulimic. One night we talked about it; even after having seen the movie "Heathers" a gazillion times ("Grow up, Heather. Bulimia's so '87."), I still didn't understand why all the skinny girls in the LA restaurant kept going to the bathroom after each course.

"Girls in southern California have lots of pressure put on them; their parents want them to eat, but society wants them to be thin. With bulimia, a girl can make them both happy...it's the only way to eat AND be thin."

This girl had rejection bulimia; she didn't want to get married, but she also didn't want to say "I don't" to her family and fiance. Faking her kidnapping was the only way to have her cake and throw it up, too - no wedding AND she didn't have to say "no" to anyone.

That is, until the whole the entire country found out. Wow; if it was hard to admit to her family that she was having second thoughts, how hard must it be to admit it to 250 million people? New personal guideline - there is NO WAY talking about your problems with your family is harder than listening to Diane Sawyer talk about them.

So Saturday night I photographed "the other bride"; a beautiful girl that was calm, collected, smart, self-assured, loved and loving, remarkable - and NOT in the news.

Sunday I went hiking/picnicking/photographing/card-playing in the Chattahoochee National Park with bf, xbf, and pf. Still loving my macro, but time for something new...(although I really like the calamari-looking baby fern!)