The last 48 hours have been jam packed. My out of town guests left about
30 minutes 2 and a 1/2 hours ago and I decided to delay my work on Boobday until I had eaten. I swear it’s all I’ve thought about since yesterday slipped through my fingers! I feel awful for letting you all down and not getting it up yesterday!
Anyway, I’m sitting here with my yellow hair and a yellow glass of wine and I’ve been out in the yellow sun all day long. I’ve just downloaded all your beautiful images and I can’t wait to share them with you!
This month I asked one of the most loving, thoughtful people I know in our little internet community to be April’s feature, Dawn of Dawn’s Nights. When she first came on the scene a year ago or so she made her presence known through thoughtful, long comments and an openness of spirit I have rarely found on my journey. She also was transparent in her struggle to redefine her self-image through her participation in Boobday.
Here are her words and a favorite photo of hers:
My friend Hyacinth asked me to write a little something about what Boobday means to me.
I am touched, because Boobday was the first step in my recovery, in reclaiming my femininity.
Ok, it may not have been the first step, but it was my first public step, even before I started my blog.
I was going through a divorce, had just left the marital bed and made my bedroom in the office…
Part of the reason I had asked for a divorce was that I wanted to regain some of my self-esteem, which had been badly bruised during a sexless and (what I now know) abusive marriage.
I was rediscovering that the woman inside was a sexual being, and I needed to feel beautiful and sexy. Enter Boobday!
I discovered Hy’s blog through a friend. He was aware of my struggles with body image. I asked what he thought of me participating in Boobday, he was very encouraging. So I dove in, found myself a name and sent Hy my first submission.
I loved how welcoming she was, how helpful with all the technical details. That first time, I felt very welcome, got lots of comments and encouragements. I even got all defensive about someone asking whether I had a blog… Fortunately, he didn’t hold it against me and we’re now great friends!
These comments made me think hard about what I expected to gain with my participation, what I was willing to give up, to accept (raunchy comments), and what I wasn’t. It was a very quick process!
I quickly realised that I love Boobday because it makes me feel good about myself. When I send in a picture, I’m usually pleased with the image I see, both as a photographer and as a woman. I had never taken a selfie before, and could only be found in a handful of pictures, because I am usually the photographer. For once, I was allowing myself to be the center of attention (safely hidden amongst my fellow participants), I was allowing myself to be seen, more than that, I was claiming that I deserved attention just as much as anyone else, and should not feel bad when I received it. It was an aha! moment.
Boobday offered me a safe place to explore myself (read: I realised I am an exhibitionist!), and to explore my beliefs about myself. The feedback I got made me aware of the fact I must not be as disgusting as my ex had always implied. It forced me to challenge the inner voice that was stating time and again, that I was too fat, too this, not enough that… It also helped me realise that I was a free woman, and could choose to do what I wanted with my body and my image. And that I needed to become my own greatest fan rather than my first critic.
Boobday was so empowering for me that I always encourage anyone to give it a try. I have made great friends here, and always feel the support of everyone. I know some of my friends did and realised it’s not for them, and that’s Ok. But I love the array of women who participate and always welcome and encourage diversity. The more diverse we are, the more women will realise that they are perfect just the way they are.
All I can say is that I would never have thought just sharing pics of myself could bring me so much. But all it took was for me to try and I was hooked.
I’ll be eternally grateful to Hy for giving me this opportunity.
I’ve given it a lot of thought and next month’s theme will be KINKY.
Remember, these prompts are meant to help you with a framework. Your kinky may not be my kinky, but that has no bearing on anything. Send me something that feels kinky to you. And, as always, if you have an idea for a theme feel free to email me! If my memory serves me, no one’s sent me any ideas in a long time and I’ve already used up the ones I’ve gotten!
Tomorrow I have a post coming up of a date that restored my faith in men. No big deal.
Nothing juicy, but I’m going out with him again tonight, so maybe I’ll have something more to write about when it’s all done.
And if not then, then a ginger Viking is coming over Sunday night to bury himself deep inside of me. We’ve agreed he’ll knock on the door with an erection and I’ll answer the door naked.
I’m pretty sure I’ll have something to write about come Monday either way.
Love you guys.
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My YELLOW tits:
NOT my YELLOW tits:
I had a friend help me with this one… He has some pretty damn good ideas. It was more to the point of being tied up with caution tape and what is the message? Is it cautioning the restrainer or the restrained? Anyway it’s yellow! I couldn’t resist…happy boob day!
I work in an office-sometimes I get creative at work. Thus the alter ego Mz Hyde! (shhh)
Spring is in the air! All the animals are ready to get it on ;p
It has been a long time since I participated. This pic taken by Will from last fall and I love the idea of submitting it. We are trying to reconnect after going through some very difficult times and he took this pic before any of that began. This was a very special evening for us. Our room was filled with joy and laughter when I casually posed for him. His smile was huge (so was something else) as I stood there wearing only this yellow top. Will, this boobday is for YOU, sweetie!
This was the first yellow thing I found. Plus everyone loves wet boobies, right?
The Captain says I will be tied up for a while :)
I don’t wear yellow often. It does make me think of spring and of the wild flowers blooming. I fell in love with this pic.
I like the sculptural feel of this image. I also like the way the details (and by “details”, I mostly mean “nipples”) show through when the silk scarf is pulled snug.
I took this specially for your prompt and because you said you loved spring so I thought this might make you smile.
On my way home today, inspiration literally drifted down from above!
It’s autumn down under & the leaves are just beginning to turn a sunny, golden colour. Happy Boobday all!