But when photo night rolled around and Sweetie was ready to take the pictures, I was reluctant to get undressed. What A Man Sees When You're Naked
"I'm a little uncomfortable about this," I said.
Sweetie, ever pragmatic, told me he admired the way I went after what I wanted, and my ability to get the job done.
I took off my clothes.
And then I started thinking about how much my body had changed since entering my 40s. Slight sags and bags were evident. Wrinkles had appeared in places I never believed could wrinkle. I now have stretch marks over cellulite, and the veins on my hands stand out in bas-relief. I think I even have an age spot on my hand (though maybe it's a freckle). The skin on my neck is no longer tight—I'm afraid to examine it too closely, because it might have the dreaded, crêpey, old-lady look. The only things that haven't gone to pot are my perky breasts, but I'm sure they'll be the next to go. Sweetie may have crow's feet, but the rest of him is firm and smooth. Why Women Should Look Forward To Aging
I tried to banish those thoughts. I stretched out onto my right side, one leg resting atop the other, foot dangling casually over the edge of the bed. I draped my left arm over the curve of my hip and positioned my hand (not-so-casually) in front of my stomach, which I suspected might look "poochy." (Sweetie calls my belly "womanly" and tells me to quit losing weight.) I propped my head up with my right hand. I hoped I looked nonchalant and relaxed, but I doubted it.
Since Sweetie knew I was uncomfortable, between instructions to "Look up. Smile. Turn your body towards me," he tried to make me smile: "Think of the last time we had sex."