Flat (out gorgeous)

I have mixed feelings about this photo. Of all the photos my amazing friend, (The Photographer) has taken of me this is the only one that makes me uncomfortable, focusing as it does on my flat nipples. So why post it? I’m not looking for compliments or reassurance, I’m posting it as a reflection on how far a project like this can take you.

Through his art Nicolas articulates and celebrates all body types. He thinks brilliantly. And when he photographs me I trust him completely. Although I have my visceral response to this photo, the logical part of my brain knows that to have chosen this image in his final selection he must see something in it that I don’t and therefore others may see something too. I will probably never love this photo as an image of me, but I love that it represents what I have learnt, which is that we rarely see ourselves as others see us. 

Also, we are not our bodies; we are our spirit and our kindness and the way we live our lives and the way we treat those around us. Our bodies just carry us. How gorgeous someone finds our ‘casing’ is in part driven by our wider behaviour. I talked about this post with a girlfriend last night. On Thursday she was diagnosed with breast cancer. I told her the words I had chewing over in my head for this post and how I couldn’t really decide whether or not it was one to post at the moment. Was it a bit self-indulgent given all that’s going on? We decided they were words worth sharing, probably more so now than ever. And our conclusion after a few wines? “All boobs are gorgeous. Health is what matters!”

Good luck for Friday gorgeous woman! Xx

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