I Can’t F*cking Shut Up Wednesday. In My Undies.

by Lori Dwyer on October 13, 2010 · 39 comments

OK, so it’s time for I Can’t F*cking Shut Up Wednesday again. Because once again I have some piccies to show you, once again I can’t just post them without some kind of explanation. In fact, these ones I really can’t post without explanation. Heaven knows, they need one.

Therefore, allow me to explain. The added bonus of having to explain is that these pictures are probably best off below the fold, where you have scroll down to see them. Lest they scare the unsuspecting.

Anyway. You may remember, waaay back when…. no. Wait. Let’s start at the beginning. Even further back than that. Let’s flashback to Bloggers Without Makeup, started by the awesome Jodie from Mummy Mayhem. Remember that…?

OK, now let’s fast forward. I’m sure a lot of you have seen this post by my homegirl at Good Golly Miss Holly! If not, take a look. It’s awesome. She puts it out there. She’s brave. She’s freaking gorgeous.

Annnnd fast forward again. You see where I’m going here? Kinda? It’s all about the body image, jellybeaners. It’s all about the Body Love.

Carly, one of the bloggers from We Heart Life, which is a ridiculously happy but not-so-much-that-it’s-vomit-worthy kinda place, has started a campaign she’s calling BodyLove. And we all know how much I like to jump on a bandwagon. So excuse me while I hop on this one.

I’m sure you get the idea. Post a photo of your body, the things you love about it, the things you hate about it. Put it out there. Be brave. Be as nude or un-nude, as covered or as un-covered (although porno shots would probably not be appreciated on the linky list, right, Carly…?) as you choose. You can show as much or as little of yourself as you like.

The BodyLove linky list will open on Friday over at We Heart Life. Get clicky with your camera. Link up. Show us all what you got. Put it out there. Be your booty-licious selves. Shake it like a Polaraid picture. And all that good stuff.

I’m, uh, going undies, as far as the covered-slash-uncovered option is concerned. For two reasons. Because I’m a jump-right-in kinda chick. If you’re gonna do something, go all the way. So to speak. Number two, I was a bridesmaid last weekend so I’ve got a hairless bikini line and legs for the first time in, like, months. I may as well take advantage of them.

So…. I guess I’ll f*cking shut up now. Kinda. No one panic, the Man knows all about these pictures. In fact, he took them. Bless him. he was only slightly put out by the fact that he was taking photos of his wife in her undies to put on the Interwebs. Hey, some people totally get off on that kinda stuff.

So… drumroll please. Or something dramatic like that….

This is me.

I’m lucky. I’ve never had to battle with my weight, and I didn’t get stretch marks through my pregnancies. But, as you can see, there is a stack of things I do not like about myself. It’s not something I think about a lot. But if I have to pick myself apart, see the sum of my flaws, it’s far too easy. And that’s not good.

OK. So, again. Without the arrows, and the nasty words to myself, and the pointing out flaws that really aren’t there, not if I’m being nice to myself. If I were someone else, I would probably think I were hot.