Monday Morning Madness: Would You Keep A Body Photography Diary?

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…As a portrait of yourself as a young, 20something, woman? To remember who she was all those years later?…

Yesterday evening I got on this whole feminist kick, which I tend to do a lot. I’m a woman, I FUCKING rock, kind of ordeal.  I was watching videos on modern feminism (which I love, makes ya’ think), looking at this new book that seems very interesting on where our generation is heading, and basically just thinking about how I am a woman in my 20s at this very moment. Of course, these thoughts kind of dwelled into my restlessness last night and I started to think how this part of my life will probably one day feel as if it was lived in a complete flash. I mean, keep aside that every single day I ask myself, “What the hell are you doing with your life, Laura White?”, but then I always end up thinking- well that’s how I know I’m in my 20s. It was actually quite funny because I then had this non-existent nostalgia for something that wasn’t really even gone quite yet. That weird feeling like I can already feel myself missing, well, myself. To be…free, and lost, and completely crazy at times. To be…in the most miserable of miserable, and mind-blowingly happy, places of my life- all at fucking once.  It’s something I think I’ll always cherish and want to remember. My next question seemed to just kind of float around as I was laying there, ‘how can I remember myself…at this very, fragile, stage?’

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Then it came to me, why not a yearly-photograph in the form of a body diary? No, I’m not talking about recording the things you hate about yourself, the insecurities, the food you ate that day, slowly morphing into something you hope resembles page 6 in Victoria’s Secret. None of that. Why not take one photograph every year that made you remember the strong, independent, beautiful, and lovely women you are slowly, but surely, becoming? Or, hell, already are. I think it would be nice to keep something like that around, as women, in a raw state, to remember ourselves by in such impressionable times. The things we were doing each year, whether we were off-the-wall lost or completely and pristinely together in all forms. To have something you could take with you to capture the interesting moments of being a woman, right now. I think it would be a very freeing ‘self-adventure.’

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Of course the idea of keeping this ‘Body Diary’ would be completely up to us. Whether we bare-it-all, or take a picture of our eyes, it would definitely have a frame of its’ own judgement. It would be cool to have a seriously talented photographer friend somewhere around your life, but the point is just keep the moment here. Maybe the apartment you dwelled in that felt like your first true ‘home’ by yourself…the breakfast you usually ate, every morning before the silly job you had. I think it would be nice to go to a place that was particularly important to us that year and get a photo- or a certain book that felt life-changing at the time. It would all be within a realm of growing and being able to look back on each of these years when we are older. Even as a ‘one-day’ mom, I think it would be super cool to be able to show your daughter a look back on your life so they can see how fearless you were, and they will be too. Because we’re woman, and we’re amazing.

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Well Hello Beautiful, Again.

Okay, so, you know when you visit a blog and you’re like,

“Hey, you know, I think I’ll visit this blog again!”…and…3 weeks later (after constant check-ups to see if anything new is posted) you’re just all, “Well this person must have fallen off a cliff.” Yea…

that’s been me in all aspects of my life lately, my lovely readers, and quite obviously on my blog. My “WTF?!” moments have been rather…frequent.

Funny thing is I HATE when that happens to a blog I end up liking (I’ll say this in hopes you just have fallen utterly in love with this lovely space) 😉 . It’s just a big tease, a let down, a blind date gone horribly astray- where he smiles and you realize he’s wearing braces, and in the haze of his mouth moving, starts talking about his pet cat named “George” that he put socks on in the winter to keep him warm. Ironically enough, of course, I said when I started this blog that I wouldn’t post religiously and then out of the blue sky leave everything in some blue mist with no sign as to where I went.

Oh, but that’s la vie I must remind myself. We tend to go missing at times, certainly this girl. Bless my heart (in my best southern dialect).

Anyhow, with MIA sessions, I suppose there are things to chatter about. For one, my matter of living establishments in Charlotte, NC have taken a drastic turn in the past few weeks. I think there is a certain sugary, charming, glaze over this city (and is a dear, dear, place to me in some aspects), but it’s just not what I’m looking for at this point.

I have officially deemed that I can only accept my living quarters in two very specific ways; 1. Concrete jungle, where there are glorious amounts of rhythm and vibes of untouchably, touchable, glamour- with great big sides of absolute craziness; 2. Leafy mountains with mellow vibes and tiny coffee shops filled with humbling people who read things like witches almanacs or completely content talking about their astrology signs or true karma for six hours. I completely intend on being in one of those places in some certainly soon future.

Tell me I’m not alone in this want as of late? I hate when places become stale and I’m addicted to change. Loving where you live is quite a big appeal to me. Any cool places you lovelies think would be worth a moment of my life? 🙂 I hope everyone has been doing wonderful! Update me on your lives!

xoxo, Laura.