This evening's #NudeMirrorReflection was an experiment with the camera.
I was inspired to see if I could have fun taking a few pics. I couldn't get the lights set up on this awkward hotel room well enough to take the one I wanted to.
But I enjoyed the process. It was a reminder that body photos are one of my favorite ways of indulging in my exhibitionist side.
Other than the lighting, I could admit to myself that I liked what I saw. Which was what I wanted from it. đ„°
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I think a lot about when I was a teen and heard 36-26-36 as some kind of ideal measurement for women.
My bones just don't fit that config. I spent years trying to figure out how to get that concept to work for my body.
I found a much easier way to get the body that I really wanted, instead of the one I was told to want. And it came with #GenderEuphoria. đłïžââ§ïž
Today's #NudeMirrorReflection is that I just caught a glimpse of myself after my shower and realized I feel connected to my whole self. đȘ
I will always put a warning on if any of my photos show anything warranting it, which some eventually may. Just figured I should say that since #NudeMirrorReflection sounds a lot spicier than it's delivering. đ
I'm writing these for myself, but the exhibitionist in me likes to write intimate* thoughts out loud. And I might occasionally post accompanying nonsexual photos with CWs when warranted.
*intimate, as in private or familiar or close, but not as in sexual, not under this tag or account
Today's #NudeMirrorReflection đȘ
I don't cry actual tears a lot, even when I feel the emotion that goes with tears. Both are rare.
So when I felt it coming on while listening to P!nk's I Have Seen The Rain, I indulged in a little pity party. đđ„ł All the layers of feels hit, cause that song is THAT song.
Tears are healthy, but they really intrigue me now.
I don't think I've ever taken a photo of myself when I'm sad before. It didn't take long for missing my dad to turn into happy memories. đđ„°
Today was difficult to settle into. My brain wanted to nitpick, because I was sitting on the bed, facing the closet mirrors, and I wasn't in my most attractive pose.
I am hoping to attend a naked brunch next Sunday in the SL,UT and my focus drifted to what others would see then. #UMEN
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Tonight's #NudeMirrorReflection: đȘ
If humans wore clothes solely for functional & decorative purposes, not for modesty or general social purposes, I think we would be more likely to see each other as equal by default.
We should be raised with the idea that our bodies are glorious containers for our minds, these meatsuits are how we interact with the world, but no more.
Clothes obscure the beautiful variety underneath & homogenize our existence into meaningless categories (i.e. gender, wealth)
PS to the #NudeMirrorReflection:
I've not been practicing some basic self care, and lotioning up on a regular basis.
Which means my skin is acting fragile, and my nerve pain mean I'm scratching holes in myself at night. đ Gonna have to be deliberate about that habit, now that I've found my missing ridiculously expensive lotion.
Today's #NudeMirrorReflection: đȘ
I could easily become obsessed with my muscles. I keep accidentally surprising myself. Like, I see them, and I've even done some self-exam about these arms I'm suddenly carting around. đȘ But they don't feel like mine.
As a trans guy who's been on T for a decade, I guess I have this mentality that it's impossible to grow more muscles. Maybe I'm just renting these triceps, or something? đ€đłïžââ§ïž
Anyway, I love what swimming has done for this broken body of mine đ§ââïžđ
Lucaas đ§ââïžđ§ (Utah)