#SinfulSunday – absence

Bed with empty side, legs diagonally across the space

His side still holds his scent, I roll over and breathe Him, breathe us, in deeply.

Always by my side and always on my side, His absence this morning is felt but is not a lack of something, more a space that I expand into. A space to grow and a space to grow love.

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#SinfulSunday – #InternationalWomensDay

My ability to take this photo and post it is a freedom that has been won by those coming before me. We are more than our bodies, yet our bodies connect us to the rhythms and cycles of life and carry our being on our journey through it.

I celebrate its beauty, patinated with experiences and carried forward by love.

I put it on public view to help dispel the belief that only those that fit whatever current criteria of beauty is in force have the right to do so.

I fight the concept of older women’s invisibility with these posts. I encourage you and I to love ourselves simply because we are lovable and to honour the work out bodies do for us.

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Come as you are

This image has no editing apart from flipping it so you can read the words on my body.

Ironically written, with the last of the felt tips pens my youngest had when he and I shared drawing and colouring as a hobby, they put into picture the words I hear when I look at my body in the morning light.

Four kids, periods of over eating, no exercise, and the menopause have all had their effect on my body. Sorrow and stress have too. I am sixty, soon to be sixty one and questioning my judgement regarding posting naked images for much longer.

We don’t like older people much. We don’t like to think of them being sexual ‘like us’. I often don’t like my body too in spite of bring grateful for its strength and good health.

I am much more comfortable naked though because it doesn’t remind me so much that I don’t fit as when my clothes gap and pull. I refuse to be a size 14 again so I adjust, pin, hide, crop, filter, and keep you all at arms length.

At the height of my unhappiness, in the midst of the difficult transition to this new life, I was a size 10. Fitting into shirts with no problem was a joy that felt like a consolation prize. Being able to buy dresses was a gold cup presented in an otherwise apocalyptic scene.

Devastation everywhere but look at my toned shoulders.

The cycle of approval/disapproval towards myself has to change. I do not want to look young, or ‘good for my years’. I do not want to hear ‘still would’ because that has within it the seeping away of an approving gaze until it changes to ‘ugh no’.

I have no answers except to trust my instinct that seeking pleasure, listening to my appetites, and working harder than I ever have at anything before to approve of myself for simply being, present, here, and visible has to be my way forward

This post has been written for #sexbloggersformentalhealth


#FebPhotoFest2019 – Day 28

A collage for the final day.

This has been such an interesting journey. I never struggled for content and have the time down to produce a blog to a few minutes.

I would like to challenge myself to produce more focussed images and to engage more with others but for this first endeavour I am proud of myself and what I have produced.

Thank you for the interaction. I really appreciate it x

February Photofest

#SinfulSunday – readers wives

I posted this for today’s Sinful Sunday as the imperfections and obvious trappings of a domestic environment reminded me of the readers’ wives dressed in their lingerie finery shots in a 70s Bikers’ mag.

Possibly a joke only I will get but it made me smile!

Hope your day does too!

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