A few hours after the post went up, Facebook notified me that someone had reported it for nudity.
These photos are my response to a society that tells me my breasts or stomach or hips don’t look like they should. There’s freedom in baring it all, standing raw before the world, and still feeling beautiful. I’m not brave—it’s not courage as much as it’s comfort in the skin we’re taught to reject. But the more we allow ourselves to enjoy our own nakedness, the less we allow other people to control our bodies and how we view them.
Because my photo didn’t violate community standards—on Facebook’s terms, my nudity didn’t offend by way of graphic crotch shots or exposed nipples—it stays there.
My friends are still adjusting. “We’ve seen your nipple,” they say, unsure of how to continue.
