My breasts are soft, round and comforting. The nipples accent them perfectly, each one unique. The dark centre of the nipple dissipates into a pink that fades out in a perfect circle, like beams of light from a pink sun. Like a finger print, my nipples are patterned in exquisite detail. The hair that surrounds … Continue reading Image: genderless nipple
My lips are not considered polite. They get stares; expressions of disgust at their lack of perceived femininity. I am a coward. I wax, the painful process altering the soft hairs to a thick line of bald pink. But at this moment, in their honest state, I am defiant. My lips a display of strength. … Continue reading Image: Impolite lips
My toenails are painted a deep red; a colour I find deeply sexual. The polish shimmers as it catches the light, like moonlight off a pool of still water. My toenails transform my feet into the feminine, the soft hair that coats them in subtle contrast.
Deep purple lines shoot up across the curve of my hips like fireworks curving upwards into the autumnal night sky, their tails fading into a light pink trace that disappears into nothing. Beside them, more difficult to make out, are the pale silver indentations of the marks that came before them. Soon, the mixtures of … Continue reading Image: Stretch marks on a hip
This post is hard to write for an audience. It's so painfully personal I don't think it'll even make it on to my twitter feed. It's a journey I started a while ago, but with the turn of a new year and some serious self reflection, I've decided to share it with you. It's funny, … Continue reading Comfortably (un)sexy selfies: a journey towards loving every part of myself