A storm front blankets my city this morning and my wind chimes croon to the pink and white blossoms below. A kitty stretches his lithe, tuxedoed body. I sit, comfortably with steaming coffee beside me, with a warm laptop on my thighs tick-tacking away. Sounds of the street a few hundred feet away layer between and through all of us starting our mornings.
Love also. It’s here, too. From all of you and the support you pay to Boobday and all the wonderful women who participate. It’s not easy for all of us to expose our bodies, but here you all are, doing it dutifully and artfully, respectfully and bravely.
Keep at it, friends. Don’t ever stop believing in your beauty.
Want to participate in Boobday? Read the guidelines and send me a pic. I don’t censor the images, so there’s no “making the cut.” That would completely defeat the purpose of Boobday. I want to provide a space for women (cis and trans, bi, straight, gay, skinny to fat) to expose themselves and feel proud of what their mamas gave them.
If you don’t include your Twitter handle, your post URL, and whether or not you want to be anonymous, I’m not going to do any investigating, but also won’t assume anything, so be sure to have all the info every single time! If it’s not in your email, it won’t be in the post. No blog post required if you just want to post on mine.
Also, only post your Boobday pic on Fridays and always include the Boobday button in the post and a link back to me.
NOT my tits: