If you know me personally, there’s a good possibility you’ve stumbled upon my nude photographs. My brother’s partner has caught a glimpse, and so have various friends and even family members. Interestingly, my mom was the first person I revealed them to. My husband has seen them too, but he doesn’t share my enthusiasm. Unlike scandalous leaks or vengeful exes, these images are proudly displayed in a coffee table book on a shelf in our living room.
One of my aunts once suggested I hide those photos away. But I can’t bring myself to do it; those images symbolize something profoundly significant to me.