Frisky in the Locker Room

Ever since I saw Molly’s locker room Scavenger Hunt, I have been waiting for an opportunity to get my own. First I had to wait until I actually started using my YMCA membership – I had it for a few months before I ever used it – but then once I started going a lot more often the challenge became finding a time when there was enough privacy to take a snap. It turns out that the Y is a popular place, at least on the days/times that I usually go. And although it’s common to be naked there, snapping pics of oneself while in this state of dishabille would (I imagine) be frowned upon. Still, I persevered, and eventually found a time when there was no one around, at least in the immediate vicinity. I really wanted to capture one in the banks of mirrors that sit face-to-face around the corner from the locker area, but couldn’t get an angle that showed the lockers themselves. And of course the “essence” of a locker room is the lockers.

These lockers in particular tug at my memories: we had almost the same color lockers in the locker room at my high school.

P.E. in junior high and high school was a nightmare for me. I had so many strikes against me: I was a perpetual “new kid” in a junior/senior high school that had only 365 students in 7th-12th grade, where everyone knew everyone else and cliques were exclusive, fierce and shunning. I was socially awkward, terribly self-conscious and shy, and inept when it came to sports. To top it off, I was scrawny, matured late and had tiny breasts.

Yeah, I got made fun of a lot.

But now…I’m not afraid to go into the locker room. I’m not afraid to undress, even when I have bruises, even with my piercings, even with my small breasts, lumpy mom-hips, and scars from surgeries. I may not have the best body, I may not run the fastest or longest or be the biggest, baddest of anything athletic – in fact I am still as awkward and un-athletic as I ever was – but I’ve learned to love my body, and to have gratitude for all it does. Even after all it’s been through, it keeps on keeping on.

I am strong and fierce and proud of it!

 

Comments

  1. Elliott

    I love this sexy shot. Jade, all those things you mentioned, scars, lumpy mom hips, small breasts, piercings, bruises and whatever else you have are what makes for a great body… your body. (that + black lacy panties under Levis has me hard as hell)

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  2. Nero

    my High School years were pretty good. I was neither at the top nor the bottom of the social strata – I did just fine in the middle. What a shame we don’t know then that when we get older all the ‘cool kids’ have pretty much peaked and it’s often downhill from then on. For them they’ve already had ‘the best years of their life’. And all the kids at the bottom of the ladder suddenly realize all the sh!t at school don’t matter any more. That’s when they come into their own.

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  3. fondles

    Such a powerful affirming post! and you have an awesome body. I’m working at it and will think of you as inspiration – loving myself along the way (before I get there) will help much!

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