Reclaiming the meat

I've been going through some rather, hmm. Drastic? body changes lately. If you follow my Normal!Journal you're probably familiar with what I affectionately call my Wasting Butt Disease, where if it flares badly enough eating anything at all becomes excruciatingly uncomfortable. So as a result I haven't been eating much lately, and when one doesn't eat very much, one tends to start shedding weight. Which I have, to the tune of about 40 pounds in the last six months. It is a profoundly weird thing for me, being much smaller than my residual self image (I was always most comfortable somewhere around 205 pounds; at last check I had just dipped below 170).

Rapid weight loss has it's own weird set of consequences. Loose skin, for one. There are places below my arms and thighs that make me kind of cry. And my tits just look... deflated right now. I hate it.

Course Manbeast would think I was hot shit at any size so I know what he thinks isn't a factor. But it's weird, as I've gotten smaller and smaller I've just felt less and less sexy, especially with my clothes off. So clearly my first thought is hey, why don't I have some pictures taken of me naked?

No seriously. I feel like posing for someone. Hey you, Mr Photographer, your challenge is twofold. a) Make me look thunderfuck sexy b) Make me look thunderfuck sexy and then have me actually like the picture. Which is probably the greater challenge.

It probably won't happen, but it's a thought.