So I was asked to pose naked a couple weeks ago.
A photographer, who I quite like and who I think is very talented, asked me to pose naked for an art book she's doing on....nudes. (Duh.)
In any case, the first question I asked was, "Will I have to show my Britney?" (If you don't understand this, then ask someone.)
I'm not comfortable showing my Britney. Just not. The photographer said I don't have to, that there are ways for me to cover it.
I've been debating the prose and cons of this.
1) It would be an experience. And I like new experiences.
2) My body is only going downhill from here.
3) Ok, I don't have a third.
1) People will see me naked.
2) People will see me naked.
3) People will see me naked.
I'm leaning towards doing it. And it's a completely strange reason for me doing it.
For the first time in my life, I don't give a shit about my body. I don't work out like crazy. I don't watch what I eat. I'm just well...over it.
And I'm not sure when this happened. Well, I think it happened a couple months ago. Maybe it's my age. Or wisdom. Or maturity.
But I can honestly say I really don't care anymore....and in a good way! In a very healthy way! In fact, I can't believe I have spent 30 (cough-cough) something years spending so much time worrying about my body and body image. I can't believe how much time I wasted being envious of Kate Moss.
I'm so done. And I feel totally free. Which is why, when this request to pose naked was asked, I didn't jump back in horror.
It seemed to have come at a perfect time.