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I don’t like taking pictures.

Let me clarify. I don’t like being IN pictures.

At least I didn’t.

Growing up, I developed early – C cups at the tender age of 12.

But then, the male gender started looking at me – from horny, pubescent boys to horny, grown men. Have you ever seen a grown man hit on a 12 year old? It’s as uncomfortable for me as it was for any onlookers. I could tell you stories, but that’s for another day.

My already tomboy attitude turned into a full tomboy appearance. Baggy clothes – long shorts and t-shirts were closet staples. Thankfully, it was also the fashion.

I hated any sort of attention and pictures were just a small part of people looking at me. I actively hid from cameras, taking comfort that I am am taller than a lot of women. I could easily stand behind them and poke my head into the frame.

Then, I had children. And I realized that I don’t have any pictures from my youth. More accurately, I have four.

The more pictures that I took of my four children, the more I wanted to have pictures for them to remember me. I didn’t want just a quick selfie that showed me for me.

I wanted to take them, I really did, but the excuses started rolling in:

“I will take them when I lose weight.”

“I will take them when I feel better.”

“I will take them when I have time.”

“I will take them when I have money.”

I went on umpteenth number of diets and lost weight, only to gain it back before I pulled the trigger.

With the added weight, I never feel great. Most days are either bad or not bad.

And time? Who’s got time? With three school aged children, part-time employed and part-time entrepreneur, having time is a construct that others benefit from.

In general, I’m pretty frugal and the idea of paying for a photo shoot just for me seemed like a major waste of money.

Then one day, I woke up.

I’m sure it was a post that I saw in one of my favorite Facebook groups. I wish I had captured it at the time. But it was something like,

When You Begin to Love Yourself Your Relationship With Everyone ...

I’m sure I had read a meme like this before and had read many since. But this time, it hit me differently. I wanted to change the relationship with those around me.

Most of all, I wanted to change the way my daughters saw me. I spent a lot of time talking about how uncomfortable I was and how fat I was.

I knew I needed to make a change when almost daily, my youngest would come and poke my belly and say “mommy’s fat”. But she didn’t know anything about “fat” except what I told her. I had taught her to grab my belly. Every time I grabbed my own belly and mentioned that I was fat, she saw me.

I decided that I needed to change my inner dialogue and what came out of my mouth. To reinforce that, I booked a photo session with a local boudoir studio.

To ease a lot of that inner talk, I purchased the session for my birthday. I looked at these photos at least weekly. These are a constant reminder that I’m a beautiful, sexual being, no matter my size.

I never knew a picture could tell me a new story about myself. These pictures gave me new confidence and a new perspective. I could see some of what others see in me. Not the sexual side, but the part of me that I try to hide.

See, in these pictures, I couldn’t focus on the imperfections. I couldn’t see my weight or my stretchmarks. I couldn’t see the hurt that I’ve hid behind. I couldn’t see my split ends or my uneven skintone.

I could see just “me”. The “me” that I wanted to love and remember. The girl who wanted attention but afraid to seek it. The woman who stands before others. For the first time, I could see it.

That was my 40th birthday gift to myself. And this year, for my 41st, I’m launching this page. Each year keeps getting better and better.

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