These photos got taken down last week.

I surprised myself with how bothered I was.

I’ve had stuff taken down before.

But this time, something got to me.

I felt the sting of someone seeing me, getting offended or judging me, and reporting it.

A few of you responded telling me “they are just haters,” and I really appreciated that.

But I also was like

AHHH

I HAVE HATERS!??!!

LOL

So I sat with it a little bit.

There’s something else that’s going on here.

It’s not just about nudity, or instagram rules.

And it’s also not just about standing for the sovereignty of a woman’s body, the magic of art, or of sharing a true voice.

What actually bothers me about someone reporting me is that someone felt ENTITLED enough to tell on me.

In my mind, I would never even consider doing that to someone.

(Side note - my post was banned, but the photographer’s was not. Coincidence? Doubt it.)

But the thing is,

This only bothers me so much because of my OWN entitlement.

I felt entitled to doing things my way.

I felt entitled to my opinion being the right one.

I felt entitled to do what I want, even though there are actual rules that I know about and agree to by being on this platform.

Now,

I think there’s a lot of good in the way I push on rules and conditioning that we accept as normal,

Because SO MUCH of it needs to change.

And

The part of me that’s entitled to someone else being okay with it?

That’s how I participate in this cycle.

That comes from the same place the shitty rules were created from in the first place.

So, in the last post, I wrote about being bad.

And the truth is, that’s what this shoot began for me.

Me actually becoming okay with being bad.

Or being SEEN as bad.

Because my goodness, I have so many ways to convince myself, and others, that I’m not.

Including being mad at the person who reported me.