I'm starting to believe I'm too old for glamour. Yeah, I said it. Stretching my body in such unnatural poses feels awful, but I must admit the view didn't totally disappoint me. As a matter of fact, to get the most out of this experience, I've decided to act sexy without even wearing makeup and without allowing myself to edit a single pimple out of my skin. Any effort to look more polished would have been wasted anyways, considered the scarcity of light.
I like to think of this set as an ode to my modeling past, a time when my hips didn't make weird sounds and my bras would fit me properly; but it's also a homage to the resilience of my body, that's definitely the strongest part of me, the most adaptive and the wisest. I look up to it when I need inspiration, motivation, reassurance.
My body, that successfully fought a chronic illness and let me go meds-free for the first time after almost three years. A body that stored all my traumas and transformed them into something I could name, treat and eventually cure. A body that forces me to rest when I neglect it, and allows me to overcome the fatigues I put it through. Thank you, body. Let yourself be seen.
James Smith
2025-10-01 08:09:01 +0000 UTC