The Nude Body and Photography

I think no matter what age and no matter who you are, you should feel comfortable with yourself. I’ve seen some really interesting, tasteful, nude portraits, of normal looking middle aged and elderly people. Some were overweight and some had aged skin or old tattoos that were beginning to fade. Maybe not (or even near) “vogue model attractive” but they made for some really interesting, somewhat beautiful photographs. I’m not saying that everyone should go out and take nude photos of themselves. Really, it’s whatever you’re into and comfortable with. However, I do think self confidence is one of the most important things a human being can have, and most people don’t have any of it. This is something I’m still struggling with…I’ve also done some nude portraits myself. At first I felt uncomfortable and awkward, but by the end of the photo-shoot I was having a ton of fun. I guess I sort of gained a bit of confidence and learned a lot about myself through my nude photo-shoot. The human body is beautiful. The more reason to handle it with care, stay healthy, and admire it.

There’s somethi…

There’s something about it being far away yet in sight that makes it all the more beautiful and dreamlike. When something’s put at a distance it gives you a different perspective, makes you realize how much you love it when it’s around, and how much you crave it once it’s left the cradle of your arms.

“My Love”

Thick, wavy, and curly hair, soft through my fingers

A rich brown like the coat of a black bear

Big eyes full of love and emotion

Strong hands and arms that touch and hold

Native skin that turns tan under the golden sun

Lips…not thick but not thin….just right             

Rosy and as smooth as satin

Eyes full of green and blue

Like the forest at dusk

Thin but sturdy build

Tall but the perfect height for hugs and kisses

Gentle and sweet

Makes your heart feel warm like late spring in Montana

Written by Mikayla Lewis

Super Hero Quick Write

Chunks of vomit came flying from her mouth as she was bent over on the side of the curb. The press wasn’t here yet and Jack was ok with that. In fact, he’d rather they stay away for as long as they could possibly stand. Day after day he was in the papers and magazines, a photograph of him, and article about how he saved another life. And quite honestly he was really sick of it. But that was not his concern right now. There was a young woman in front of him barffing her guts out and he wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. Nothing had ever happened like this and he wasn’t sure how to handle it. He couldn’t even ask her what her name was or where she lived. He couldn’t even help her any further. Maybe saving her life had done her less good that he originally hoped. He worried if she kept on throwing up her brain might come of her skull and exit through her mouth and end up the sidewalk.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Nearly seconds after he stopped touching her she instantly got sick. Was it from his touch? He had touched other people and it never caused harm. Or did it? He knew the press would show up soon and he tried not to panic.

Finally some peace rushed over her body and she sat down hunched over slowly taking in deep breaths.

“Are you ok-?

And before he could hardly even get the words out she began to gag and got sick again, although this time hardly anything came up and it looked painful. Jack grimaced and held his breath.

Again she took a deep breath and Jack decided she finally must be done vomiting. She looked up at him with a piercing anger in her eyes.

“Don’t ever touch me again.”

 -By Mikayla Lewis