I'm probably going through some sort of mid-life/pre-parenthood crisis. There aren't yet enough grays in my hair to be described as graying, but I have enough to shed them. I get targeted ads for perimenopause. Corners of the internet have decided I've past the point of adding value to society and it freaks. me. out. Yes, I still get catcalled (gross) but they can't see my crow's feet. I'm deeply envious of the "distinguished" adjective my male counterpoints enjoy. I didn't realize how much value I placed on how I'm perceived. To put it simply, I just don't feel sexy anymore, and my vanity's caught me by surprise.
I'm not sure a photo shoot that celebrates my physical being is exactly what I need - probably realizing that doesn't matter would be healthier. That said, the photo shoot wasn't my idea: a friend wound up on PR for a boudoir photo studio and needed bodies for their open house. So what's a supportive friend to do but show up and strip down?
And you know what? I channeled my inner Beach Barbie and felt awesome. Without further ado, please enjoy the results of my first boudoir photo session.
 |
| Bringing all the Beach Barbie energy like any supportive friend when her presence is requested at a boudoir photo studio. |
 |
| Living my best life not worrying about anyone else's "expiration date" labels. |
No comments:
Post a Comment