So SG is a place I log into sparodically these days. I was 18 and full of freedom when I initially posed for the site. And god, I’ve LOVED everything this little place has stood for. For the women who find their freedom, or strength, or just plain old vindication from this little nugget of misfits and weirdos. It was a place to be perfectly imperfect and hold two fingers up to the society who were trying to deepthroat us on their ideals and expectations. For me, it was also a little platform to find my own journey of sexuality and a way to mark myself as a woman. That sounds cliche, sure. But I didn’t loose my virginity until several months after I’d made the front page on here. There was something important to me about owning my body first, and making my sexualisation something for me rather than others. I understand the cynicism I have faced regarding that, as it’s nude modelling on the Internet... but I never cashed my big fat cheque, I sat it in a drawer with the SG panties and mentally marked off that I was enough. I wish it was a more kickass answer, but alas it’s the truth. And that liberated all the insecurity of my teens with a big kick of rebellion.
Jump forward a decade, and thankfuck I’ve grown in self-confidence. Because now seeing a hilariously photoshopped “perfectionised” image of my little act of empowerment and self-acceptance, has been somewhat amusing for me. The girl in the original image does not exist anymore. But she was one fire-starting angsty teen, and I’m so proud I was her at one point in my life.
Every choice you make, make it for yourself. Then no matter how others distort it, as they will always distort it, they can never take away what it meant to you.
Thanks to @shamandalie for calling BS on this before I’d had chance to see it.
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