Out in the world outside
It can be harsh and cold
But if you need someone
I will be here to hold you
Cry on my shoulder
I’ll help you dry your eyes
Cry on my shoulder, my love
Lyrics from Cry On My Shoulder by Bonnie Raitt
When I had my solo photo session for the pink prompt of Sinful Sunday, I had a specific image in mind, but it didn’t work out the way I envisioned it. I used a totally different image instead. What I wanted, was an image showing my shoulder and my breast, something similar to what I am sharing today. However, none of the images looked like what I had in mind (don’t you just hate when that happens?)
Still, looking through the images afterwards, this images caught my attention every time, and I decided to share it anyway.
I love how my shoulder looks – strong and firm, ready to support those who are in need. There were times when I needed a shoulder, but I am always ready to offer a shoulder to those who need it.
© Rebel’s Notes
This post has been chosen by Nooky as one of the top 5 or Sinful Sunday week 440, and this is what she said:
The right words to explain why I so like this image keep eluding me. I keep typing and then erasing different things because nothing quite gets to it. I suppose the closest I can get is that it feels like a palimpset, a page that’s been written over and over with different tracings of life: freckled and tanned by the sun, inked with tattoos, pierced through with needles, and marked in tiny ways as distinctly *this* body, a specific and beloved one: a mole, the set of muscles in her shoulder, the colours of her areola like muddled berries. Nudity not abstract but particular.