They were looking a little lonely. Those first, early daffodils now trying to bloom in our garden. So, I decided to keep them company for a little while. It was late in the afternoon of a sunny, winter’s day. So the yellow flowers were looking downwards. But I think you’ll agree these early daffodils are a sight that tells you that spring isn’t too far away.
This would have been a great image for this objectification post from last week. But I wanted to save it for February Photofest. I’m not really sure why this hasn’t been featured before, but really happy to include it now. This was also taken at the secret Dungeon
As you can see my nipples are clamped, plus there is the hood and lead. I was definitely Master’s plaything that night!
On the new shelves installed in our living room last week is the dictionary section (yes this is something of a library). But I hope this picture doesn’t completely define me.
While I love posing for him and was happy to do so in front of the new shelving, I’m not happy with this body. I don’t want it to define me.
So, I’ve made changes this week, which I intend to continue. My struggle with weight and body image continue. But for now, this is me and I am happy and proud that he loves to photograph me as I am.
“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.”
Instead I want to show you another (in what might be a series) of photos where I proudly show you my body. I am preparing for my reconstructive surgery and as I do so feel better about sharing what my mastectomy looks like.
This is the third (and final) photo from our recent trip to Oxford. I think you can see here that I am much more at home in my body. More positive and confident. This has been a journey I don’t recommend, but one which I am happy to share.
Hotel rooms offer up infinite opportunities for Sinful Sunday photos and we are lucky we travel often. This was taken in the same room as last week’s image, but as you can see the view is very different. Some of you may even recognise the location.
When Phyllis punts, she wields the pole
With tiny hands in dainty style,
Inconsequently chatting while
We slowly move towards our goal.
When Phyllis punts, I long to lie
And idly watch her laughing face,
For seldom does such lisson grace
As hers delight a lover’s eye.
BUT what with thrusting skiffs aside,
Entreating pardons by the score,
And pushing off from either shore –
I’m far too fully occupied – when Phyllis punts!
I think he is dreaming of Phyllis’ punting! This was the back drop to our bed this week in Oxford. It seemed a shame not to take a fun picture!