Fancy Pants

I have lost weight, I feel great and my tits look fab in my new bra. And in celebration of my new sized body...I thought I would document it all in a tasteful photo shoot with a top photographer but I settled for Masur taking some bra shots on her sofa. (after a few rounds of Dutch courage)

Now I would consider myself a loud, up-for-it kind of girl and it came as a bit of a surprise how shy I felt. I felt so vulnerable and exposed - literally stripped away of my armour of defences. It wasn't the gaze of the photographer I was awkward with. After all, I was with Masur and if I couldn't be comfortable with her ... who can I be comfortable with? It was my own direct gaze that turned me mushy and shy. I am grateful to have done it was a really odd feeling for me but I think it was a great and positive experience. Everyone should have some good half naked photos of themselves. I definitely feel like a hot bitch.

Since I had the photos taken, I have noticed that I have a certain spring in my step. A bit more of the "I dare you to try and fuck me" swagger during my commute to work. Not that anyone would notice ... Bay Street bastards...

To Masur's credit, she has a great eye.

Still, I recommend that everyone, at least once in their lives, has a bit of fun with a camera. (Bottle of vodka not included)