

Today I’ve tried a few outfits for a shoot and now I’m sitting wrapped in a blanket smoking weed and sipping hot chocolate thinking about all the emotions that flooded me… First I’ve tried a sexy/slutty school chick outfit and got a side eye from my husband. “There is nothing sexy in a grown woman pretending to be a teenager” he said. Harsh but true. Dressing up as a teenager doesn’t feel natural to me too. But I’m experimenting, so this experiment shows that I need to be age appropriate to feel good 😊👍 Next I’ve made some changes and was left in a pair of sexy stockings a matching black shear lingerie set with a lace corset over that. It looked good, sexy and very suggestive. My body looks good, everything was “working” for me… I was ready to shoot! Next I’ve tried to match makeup to what I’ve collected and it was a bad try, I’ve overlined my lips 👄 made them too big and red and a really really harsh dark eye makeup and uffff, made me look like a comedy stripper 😪 wasn’t sexy. I wasn’t feeling myself doing this… And all of this I was doing because I was trying to fit the “sexy” woman stereotype… wasn’t working for me. I was getting more and more upset 😠 and angry. Ended up bursting at my husband for leaving a strap on a camera that I couldn’t take off myself. Hours later I’m sitting in my cosy outfit and pooling apart my experience. So today I won’t have any sexy photos, instead I’m sharing this story. Feel free to leave a comment and I’ll be happy to chat 💬