It was for me.
This one is going to be short & sweet: The boudoir shoot I just did.
I am overwhelmed with the positive comments and all the love. Not a single person has asked me Why? Or, is this for your husband/fiance/boyfriend? Because I would've told em...
NOPE.
I shared with you all that it was entirely for me. In fact, the only person that I've shared the rest of the pictures with, is my mom. The process of learning to love your body is so difficult for anyone, but as moms that have had to go through that learning a series of times, each with a new body, it can be never-ending. For me, it still is. It's been three years since my last delivery, and I'm still struggling to accept myself.
There are some mornings I wake up and feel completely content and confident in my own skin. Other days I wake up and can't fathom how someone would want to see me naked or how they would find me sexy--and I think A LOT of us feel this way.
So, this was one of the ways I was trying to regain confidence (note: when I first went through the pictures, the only one I liked was the one of JUST my face--although, in that one I am immediately drawn to the imperfections...my blotchy skin, the scar in my eyebrow..). I can point out every imperfection in every picture...pale & blotchy, a little extra fluff on those thighs and hips, those wider hips, the bigger arms, the not-as-perky-as-they-once-were breasts, and most notably, the loose skin on my belly.
I know there will always be those people that are thinking to themselves, "well just work out. Go to the gym."--and yes, I do sometimes. I'm not dedicated to it. It doesn't make me feel any better. That's just my own personal experience and opinion. A gym doesn't fix the inside demons that still come out to play occasionally.
I'm also humbled by the love of other women on this particular topic. Perhaps it is because you can relate.
I will admit that I did send a few to my significant other, and while his response was sweet, it wasn't what I had necessarily hoped for. There's a part of me that always wants to feel like my partner is PROUD to have me...and for most of my adult life, I've not felt that. Perhaps it's because you see so many posts from people bosting about their partners, those #wcw or #mcm... While they seem silly, in today's society, I think it instills insecurity when you DON'T have that. Does that make any sense? Yet another unrealistic and silly expectation or desire that social media has instilled in us...or maybe just me. But, enough on that..
In summary, do something for yourself that helps you fall in love with you again. It's ok. It doesn't have to be for anyone but you. You are enough. You are worthy. And I'm rooting for you.
I am overwhelmed with the positive comments and all the love. Not a single person has asked me Why? Or, is this for your husband/fiance/boyfriend? Because I would've told em...
NOPE.
I shared with you all that it was entirely for me. In fact, the only person that I've shared the rest of the pictures with, is my mom. The process of learning to love your body is so difficult for anyone, but as moms that have had to go through that learning a series of times, each with a new body, it can be never-ending. For me, it still is. It's been three years since my last delivery, and I'm still struggling to accept myself.
There are some mornings I wake up and feel completely content and confident in my own skin. Other days I wake up and can't fathom how someone would want to see me naked or how they would find me sexy--and I think A LOT of us feel this way.
So, this was one of the ways I was trying to regain confidence (note: when I first went through the pictures, the only one I liked was the one of JUST my face--although, in that one I am immediately drawn to the imperfections...my blotchy skin, the scar in my eyebrow..). I can point out every imperfection in every picture...pale & blotchy, a little extra fluff on those thighs and hips, those wider hips, the bigger arms, the not-as-perky-as-they-once-were breasts, and most notably, the loose skin on my belly.
I know there will always be those people that are thinking to themselves, "well just work out. Go to the gym."--and yes, I do sometimes. I'm not dedicated to it. It doesn't make me feel any better. That's just my own personal experience and opinion. A gym doesn't fix the inside demons that still come out to play occasionally.
I'm also humbled by the love of other women on this particular topic. Perhaps it is because you can relate.
I will admit that I did send a few to my significant other, and while his response was sweet, it wasn't what I had necessarily hoped for. There's a part of me that always wants to feel like my partner is PROUD to have me...and for most of my adult life, I've not felt that. Perhaps it's because you see so many posts from people bosting about their partners, those #wcw or #mcm... While they seem silly, in today's society, I think it instills insecurity when you DON'T have that. Does that make any sense? Yet another unrealistic and silly expectation or desire that social media has instilled in us...or maybe just me. But, enough on that..
In summary, do something for yourself that helps you fall in love with you again. It's ok. It doesn't have to be for anyone but you. You are enough. You are worthy. And I'm rooting for you.
Beautiful inside and out!💗
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