It’s Getting Harder to Wear Clothes

I am finding it more and more difficult to wear clothes for my self portraits and I don’t know if this is a good or bad thing - or maybe it’s both? I have found that existing in my naked body is glorious, but also witnessing my naked self is as well. Being able to see my body roll, fold, bend, and curve in different ways in every photo, from every angle has been one of the most important experiences in my life. Now, I want to specify that this method may not be for everyone - particularly those that are early on in their body image journey, but for where I am at, the work I have done has allowed me to have the cognitive skills necessary to view myself with objective and curious eyes - instead of shameful and judgmental ones. When I saw this space I just knew I wanted to capture my gloriousness here (don’t worry - I used Lysol on the furniture as well as a towel under my bits) - so when it came time to book a space for my monthly digital detox I booked it! I loved all the little bits and pieces of character and antiques that filled the space and it made me consider who the people were in the images - did those women hate their bodies? Did those ladies look in the mirror and pinch their skin? Did those men make fun of each other for lusting after fat women? Has anything changed?

Whatever their stories were, I can tell ya, we’ve come far enough that I’m putting nudies of myself on the internet for a global audience - so there’s that, I guess. (At first, I had tailored my selection to not include ones with my boobs showing and I realized it was because I held some distaste for their lack of perkiness - but then I decided fuck it, we need more representation of boobs that just hang unapologetically.)