A photo essay.

Body image has been on my mind quite a bit of late.

I thought it might be useful to have some images to hang the words from.

I considered posting some nudes, since I have some available from a project I was working on back in the day. But the photos I took then were for art-- I can look at them with a certain detachment because my body was simply an art object. Plus, I was in such a different frame of mind then, in part because of the project, in part because I was becoming manic for the first time, and in part because of the intense life experiences I've had since then, that have changed me.

The photos I took tonight were documentary. I needed clothes.

Speaking of, the shirt is the same in the photo from two years ago and the photo I just took. But I must have passed the pj bottoms on to Goodwill. I'm also standing in the same alcove in my apartment. But the times of day are different, and I have the bedroom door shut because the Sprog's asleep in there.

Other slight shifts, because I wasn't patient enough to get the recreation perfectly exact. But...

Here. A little over two years ago:

And a little over two hours ago:

But then, two years ago:

Six months ago:

And a few weeks ago:

I'll let you draw your own conclusions.

Comments

[Nancy]

You are beautiful. Now so more than ever. Motherhood becomes you.

[Kathi]

I am loving the "after" pictures!

I once saw this picture and it changed my thoughts on body image:

http://pinterest.com/pin/49201357/

[tracey]

roo -- Seriously, all I notice is how beautiful you are.