It describes this website to a T: filtered, but only a little. Of course, you don’t get the little details of my story that could give me away…no face pics…not names or places or things like that. I filter that stuff out to protect my identity and the people I love from the harm that could come from my uncovering. It’s a necessary evil for me and so many others who blog the way that I do.
But, the part of my story that you do get is so much closer to truth in so many ways. While I don’t share every fear, I share my sexual fears. While I don’t share all my photos, I share photos that bare all my most private bits. I bare to you the parts of myself that I must cover in day-to-day life.
And while fantasy encourages me to think, on occasion, that merging worlds would make life so much less complicated, I know it would actually do no such thing. Keeping my worlds separate is what allows me to have this world at all. And so I embrace the separateness.
As we exit this year, I wanted my final Sinful Sunday photo to be one that was filtered only just a little. I wanted to show the lumps and bumps and shadows that make up the body I am currently in. It has gotten me this far, and though hardly perfect, it deserves thanks for that.
So many of us make resolutions and goals and promises to take better care of these vessels from which we experience life. I, instead, prefer simply to accept it as it is. This day.