I got my boobs out for my photographer gal pal, Caz, this morning.
Not just once either. For a whole hour.
There were different outfits – everything from a long, flowing gypsy skirt, to a pair of french knickers and thigh-high black stockings – but one thing remained consistent:
Boobs.
Out.
Didn’t feel weird. Didn’t feel liberating. Felt natural. Normal.
Like I should be like that all the time.
Sitting here covered in these clothes I feel pinned-in. If it wasn’t so cool today, I’d type this is the nude.
If you ever get the chance, do something half-naked (or even naked) in front of someone who’s never seen you like that before – no, I’m not talking about your best friend’s boyfriend or your boss. It’s a fantastic experience because it reminds you that the body really is a beautiful thing.
Despite mine’s many imperfections, today, sitting there exposed, I felt truly beautiful.
1 Comment
March 3, 2008 at 1:58 am
*pssst*
I’m always looking for models – trans tasman or not. Have you seen my deviantart site? I may be head hunting you when I make it across the ditch.
Just on the DL ya know