Truthiness In Muffin-Top Portraiture
You're going to have to see my previous post for context - or to comment, if you have anything to say, anything at all, about the Glory Of The Previously Only Seen In Soft-Focus Muffin Top - because I'm only going to say this, and I want it to stand alone as my affirmation - my own affirmation, to myself - of my acceptance of my soft, fleshy, beautiful self: this is my belly. It gave life to my children. It turns on my husband. It digests cupcakes. It could be firmer, it could be trimmer, it could fit more neatly into a pair of skinny jeans, but who cares? It is my belly.
And I like it.
(I dare you to post yours. You can do so anonymously at The Belly Project, but if you dare to do it at your own blog, or on Flickr - I even set up a Flickr group, if you're interested - or somewhere a little less anonymous - somewhere where you say hell YEAH this is me, I'd love to know. Send me an e-mail or leave a comment on the previous, less-brave post where, yes, I am taking compliments on my skills with soft-focus photography.)