Tales of The Nudist: What Imperfections?

Some men love stretch marks...I am his perfect
Getting all he deserves
Plate full
Due to his love for curves
Fed

So, he asked me if I minded him posting my nudes on his blog. You read right...my nudes. When did being naked become so controversial? Damn you atom in the evening! They said the freaks come out at night setting the illusion that Light doesn't exist. If I step out the room, you'll still feel me there. Allow me to illuminate your thought process.

We are all God's (Jah's, Allah's, Anu's, Ourselves') work of art. Art is creation. What we call imperfections are perfect in the power they hold. They can control how you live your life. They can assist in the telling of your story.They're a part of who you are, making you unique. What's more perfect that the things that make you, you?

"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder." Very few people have their own opinion when it comes to beauty. They base what's beautiful on what society labeled as such; the mob mentality. When I was in grammer school I was the "Big lipped black ugly monkey." African was definately not the look. When I graduated from High School, I was that "Sweet chocolate thing with full lips." Go Figure.

This reminds me of The Ugly Duckling; only I was never ugly. What changed? I think, in this case, horomones. If anyone liked me as I was growing up, they either kept it to themselves or expressed it in private. God forbid! Going against the norms of society is a form of treason, a crime punishable by lynching! So, instead they settle for being a part of the mob and cast stones. Well, the person without imperfections should cast the first stone. I was always good at dodgeball, but the best way to kill a mob is to point out the individuals.

The chances of me being a contestant on America's Next Top Model is slim to none (pun intented). My sculpter is perfect, therefore, I am perfect. There are no mistakes.

The only hang ups I have about my nudity is based on the society's hang ups. Oh, my God! Is that a ti ti? So, what? We forget that nourishment came from the breast. Not to gross you out, but the first breast you saw and became familiar with was your mother's. When did we start pretentiously throwing that hand over our eyes? I guess the same time we discovered peeking between the fingers...who are we fooling?

To someone I am the poster child for what is beautiful. If that someone ends up just being me; well then, cover your eyes, because I told him yes. Post my nudes. Shouldn't we be fruitful and multiply?

A male groupie (who I thought was a little out of his mind) asked me what I was doing on the reproductive tip. Well, if creation is art and we're re-creating, than this is it. The Re-creation of Light; captured by SirReal Photography...Keep one eye open.



Light Tah, Tah 4 now.

P.S- If you would like to see more they will be posted here: http://sirrealphoto.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-its-really-light-natasha-l-spence.html