Always thought they were corny. Like, why? Especially if they’re not for a man — who do you even give them to? Where do you PUT them? Do you matte and frame the hottest one, and stick it over your bed (noo…so Eartha-Kitt-in-Boomerang)? And also…what if you’re the most self-deprecating person on Earth? What if, even mid-makeout, you barely take yourself seriously as a sexy person? What if you’re holding your breath, waiting for him to discover that you’re really a seventh-grade-geek in a grown woman’s body, who can’t wait till he leaves so you can read Nabokov while eating Frosted Flakes and bacon?
What if you’re no longer twenty-four, with a winningly rounded face and boundless glowy vitality? What if you’re forty-ajacent? What if you’ve lost a zillion pounds due to health reasons (not a humblebrag…it’s gross, my ass is concave), can’t gain it back, and you feel that there’s nothing remotely soft or sensual about you anymore?
You take the fucking picture.
So, my friend Kila Lamadora is a fabulous photographer, you guys. She and my other girl Drea Wells, creative director extraordinaire, are getting into non-cheesy, cool boudoir stuff, so I posed for them. And it was so fun. Swear, this isn’t a thirst trap situation — we’re all girls (and even if we weren’t, I couldn’t care less) — I just wanted to encourage you to see yourself in this way! Especially if you’re a mom who’s usually in leggings and an ancient “Barack ‘n Roll” tee. And if you’re in Brooklyn, hit up my girl Kila! Empowering dot com.