Some time after I entered singlehood I asked my dear friend Linda Chinfen to take nude pictures of me. Prior to that, I wouldn't have dreamed of doing such a thing. It was so wonderful to have someone who knows me so well take me gently into this uncharted territory. That first shoot was like gateway: after that I started taking pictures of myself and it was so liberating and empowering to celebrate myself. They weren't for anyone else, just for me...and maybe a lucky few.
I was so excited about this process that I offered to take nudes/semi-nudes of a number of my closest girlfriends. One accepted but backed out and the others declined because they didn't feel good enough about their bodies. I was so disheartened because I realized that these women didn't see themselves as I did: beautiful, sexy, sensuous, alluring, and most importantly, powerful. I know that I'm blessed with a hummingbird metabolism and my father's razor sharp cheekbones, but I'm hardly a conventional beauty. And yet, I know I'm a bad bitch. In fact, the baddest bitch in the room (more on that in a later post).
I hope this inspires women everywhere to take off their clothes and take pictures of themselves and honor their bodies. And, oh, yeah, keep the lights on.