You have to honor failure, because failure is just the negative space around success.
~ Richard R. Nelson
Today concludes my month of self photography – a month in which I tried to see myself differently through my own photographs. I have noticed flaws on my body. Cellulite. Stretch marks. Fat rolls. Scars. However, I have also noticed positive things. My life’s history is mapped on my body. Each ‘imperfection’ tells a story of its own. I have seen my curves and loved it. My bottom is rounded and the perfect surface for a good spanking. My tummy is soft and a place where someone could rest a hand, or a head. My breasts are still firm, despite my age. My nipples react to touch, and my pussy to the merest excitement. My legs are not as strong as they used to be, but they still carry me wherever I want to go. Yes, I have age marks on my body, but I am still in the summer of my life and should be proud of all I can still do, instead of focusing on the negatives.
Yes, this is easy to say now, when I feel good and happy, but what will I say when I feel down? Will I hate my body again? Curse my rolls and my marks. I am sure I will, but I want to try not to. I am not stopping my self photography adventures here. There’s so much more I want to try and which I know I will try. I want to keep on seeing myself through the lens of my own camera and accept that this is who I am… a woman with a history.
We are all beautiful, and we should all learn to accept ourselves just the way we are, because there’s a reason for it. Even if we don’t believe it, there’s always someone out there who will find us beautiful. We cannot all look the same, like the same, be the same. We are all unique, and we should embrace that!
(These words are meant as much for you as they are for me.)
© Rebel’s Notes