I've been shooting a lot of beautiful women (with a camera lens, silly!) for the Lady Bookworms project and it is SHOCKING how every single one of these gorgeous babes will berate themselves in front of a camera. While taking "boob portraits" someone would say "Ugh, I don't have much..." or "I don't have anything to show off" or "I'm so embarrassed that they're not perfect". It's hard to believe that almost every single person suffers from some sort of physical insecurity. What the hell?
Ladies. Listen.
You're perfect.
Every single one of you, just the way you are.
I've never had boob confidence issues because as a fat girl, boobs are the only part of your body that society allows you love. And, lord knows, I've got boobs until the cows come home. In taking these IPOMS pictures, however, I found myself inadvertently hating on my chin. Or rather, my triple chin. But thanks to these sequential photo-op experiences, I had to stop and realize that no one hates my chin except for me. And no one thinks that these boobs are sub-par except for her/them. It's a completely fabricated mental state of being. In other words: "If it doesn't get thought, it doesn't exist." It's really that elementary, my dear reader.
So I've made a promise to my face.
I'll stop hating it, and start loving it instead. After all, it does some pretty awesome things.
One of my favorite lines from Regina Spektor says:
"I've got a perfect body, though sometimes I forget...
I've got a perfect body, 'cause my eyelashes catch my sweat."
You should probably listen to that song.
Thanks Rachele for inspiring ladies to love themselves just the way they are.
Amy too.
Oh, and Moorea, I'm wearing red lipstick.
