Last week Bee posted a picture for Sinful Sunday that she found personally challenging because of the way her body looked in it. This week I am joining her in that game. There is actually a great deal I like about this shot that I love but there are also parts of it that make me cringe. As a result it has been languishing on my computer as I battle with those feelings.
I love how my leg looks with the little bit of muscle definition in my calf. I like the curve on my back and the way the light is catching my shoulder. I like my pose, I think I look poised and confident. What I don’t like is the lumps and bumps around my middle and yet the truth of the matter is, well, this image quite frankly. This is what I look like, when I sit naked on a gate. Not something I do every day, but replace the gate with the sofa or the bed and you get the idea. My body is flawed and yet is it? Why would I even think that? My body is strong and healthy. It serves me every single second of every single day. I enjoy my body, I like how it feels, how it responds, it brings me (and him) untold pleasure and yet I still find myself saying it is not perfect. It is utter nonsense really when you think about it but a life time of being exposed to so-called ‘beauty’ that really looks nothing like me had my finger hovering over the delete button.
I have come to learn that deleting in haste is nearly always a mistake and so I put this image to one side, dipping in and out of the folder now and then I take another look. Each time I did I found my difficulty with it waning until finally here we are today and I am posting this shot, lumps and bumps and all, because this is what I actually look like and what I look like is pretty damn OK.