I spent last Sunday in a strange mental space. Part depression, part anxiety. But by then I was coming out of it. Ideas no longer seemed pointless or fraught with danger. Things felt possible again, even if they still felt exhausting.
So, I took semi-naked and really naked selfies. I lounged in bed, alternately telling myself I should get up and also reminding myself this is what self care looks like.
For a few days, I went a little sideways. It seems right that my boob selfie did too.
It’s been ages since I participated in Boobday but with a little encouragement from a few places (thanks to John Brownstone and a Twitter conversation with The Zen Nudist – thank you, my friend), I’m here…in all my sideways boob glory.