A few months ago, I stepped or strutted outside my comfort zone. I had boudoir photography done. While I did want to have some sexy photos for my husband. I wanted them for me. At my age, I felt that I needed some validation about my body. I've faced a breast cancer scare and have the scar to prove it. I've had two children and have the stretch marks to show for them--or tiger stripes as they're now called. Frankly, I'm passed the middle age marker and didn't want to wait until I lost ten pounds or whatever excuse.
As luck would have it, a friend had her photos done last year. They were beautiful and tasteful. She gave me the name of the photographer who did hers and the woman was planning a shoot for the following week. I paid for it and then there was no going back. The shoot was held at a local hotel. Professional hair and make-up was included as well as about 10 finished photos. I'd gone shopping and bought some sexy things but I wasn't sure what would look good on me. My nerves were popping as I rode the elevator up to the floor. I couldn't believe that I was doing it. The make-up artist was really nice. She'd recently worked on the the local production of the major film, OZ and talked me through what she was doing. The hair dresser was equally nice. She said that she wanted me to have bedroom hair, slightly tousled.
When it was time for the photos, I put on one outfit that I thought looked the best. You could tell I was nervous and uncomfortable. The photos felt stiff. As I relaxed about being in my underwear in front of the people, I thought the photos got better. All in all, I was very pleased about how the photos turned out. What do you think?