(oh how I'd like to have a tasteful nude b&w of myself to go with this post. Maybe one of those artsy pregnant ones ... wait .. hold on ... ... ... )
Here's me, naked!
Why do parents do this to their children? The Infamous Naked Baby Picture, indeed. I'll tell you why: The body is a miracle. A beautiful, exquisite miracle of pure divinity. And when you make one, when you create a person ... that creature is exponentially more amazing then anything that ever existed previously.To be honest, I'm a modest girl. And an exhibitionist.
Naked is not bad. Just not too much nor too often.
Trying to incite feelings of lust in others is probably not a good thing.
But naked isn't so bad.
I watched a documentary last night about Spencer Tunick. He goes around all over the world taking pictures of naked people. Even in Utah. Not naughty pictures, not at all. It was interesting and beautiful. If I thought Greg would let me, I'd sign up. Maybe.
However, nudists. Whew! They seem a little over the top. Pockets are handy sometimes. Janglie bits get in the way when your doing the Tug-O-War. Bacon splatters! I like clothes. It's cold!
And kids ... sigh. My Canon is an unabashed naturist, I swear. When company is over (or we spend two weeks at grandma and grandpa's house) pants are not optional. But at home, we lower our standards. It's supposed to make it easier to potty train. (Wow, I'd like to be able to post how Canon is officially 99% potty trained. Or even 73%.)
I wish naked wasn't offensive. I wish people could calm down and grow up. But no. We all have to be ashamed. Or aroused. Yes, the body is a sacred, holy temple for your soul, but appreciating it is not an evil thing.
What do you think? Prefer a fig leaf at all times? Let your hair down at home? All I know is, as far as I can remember, I hated my body. Through my 20's there were moments of love and hate, mostly hate. But, in my 30's, I'm finally feeling more in control and much much happier.
And I keep the blinds closed.
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so glad for the happy part.
I grew up with three sisters and it was never a big deal when we saw each other in various stages of undress. My roommates had a different formative climate so they were slightly surprised when I would walk around in just undies & a tank top. I'm modest in public, but at home . . .
That being said, I always have my parts covered. Hey, I love my body but nobody needs to see my lady-bits.
It is no mere coincidence that the human body has been a subject for serious artists, and that essential or any art student's course load is "life drawing", which often involves nudes.
Are college-aged dudes excited by the idea of learing at someone posing for them? Sure. But even we the subject is a "babe", the truth is, especially in a classroom setting, the artist is too busy practicing art (drawing, painting, sculpting) to lust over the person. I speak from experience. It is all about seeing the shapes, the spaces, the shadows, etc.
I believe everything has been marred by "the Fall", and that includes our sexuality. Immodesty and nudity can make it mor difficult for someone to avoid committing fornication in their heart, so to speak.
However, I can never stress enough that a wife should not hold back from her husband in "private". It doesn't matter whether you look like a swimsuit model or not. A loving wife's body is a feast for her husband's eyes. Always hiding in the dark and/or under baggy clothing is depriving your husband and depriving yourself. Flaunt it, ladies! You're some of God's most awesome work!
I'm ok now with what I see in the mirror. Although I may be an oxymoron because I still desperately want to lose weight. I look in the bathroom mirror, though, and I don't mind what I see. I'm ok walking around naked when I'm alone. I'm ok with my significant other seeing me walk around naked. So help me, though, trying on clothes in a department store is enough to leave me catatonic. I look in those mirrors and it's awful. It makes me want to leave the store screaming. So why the disconnect? Different mirrors? Also, what I see in my bathroom mirror doesn't match up with what I see in pictures. What's a girl to do?
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