Yesterday I did a nude photo shoot. Sometimes nude, mostly just topless. Tasteful photos. I was inspired by Marlo Van Mackleberg’s blog where she bared all for the camera and posted her incredible journey of discovering how to love her reflection in the mirror. Showing the world your body is hard, especially when you’re not a size 4, twenty-something model. But I am proud of who I am, even if this is one of the scariest things I’ve done.
I arrived with a bag of things that could be used to cover me up and a bottle of Jameson’s Irish Whiskey (I think liquid courage could become a theme this month – probably not so healthy!). I am more comfortable naked than I am in front of a camera (I like to be the one taking the photos, not the model), so it was pretty frightening. How do I pose? What if I look fat? What if I hate all the photos? It ended up being sort of fun after awhile, once I got over the fact that I was topless and there was a camera pointed at me.
The weirder part was the touching up of the photo afterward. Once we’d chosen a photo we liked (sticking with the camera theme and using an old one as a prop), the photographer went in to Photoshop to edit it. He works in advertising, so is used to touching up models and worked fast to smooth out all my imperfections. It was hard to scrutinize my body up close, looking at every flaw, extra fat, scar, funny bump in my nose. So uncomfortable. But he did a fantastic job and I look much better in the after shot than the before!
And for the most out of my comfort zone moment, to see the end result (warning to all family members or people who might be uncomfortable with this, I am covering up parts of me, but you can see a lot of skin, so don’t click here if you don’t want to see me practically naked), here is the final photo: Linds in the buff.
Thank you Andrew Cox for making me feel comfortable in an uncomfortable situation.