By Shannon Magsam
I’ll be honest: I’ve considered booking a boudoir session with a professional photographer.
Some of my friends have shown me their beautiful (classy) (tasteful) boudoir shots and we’ve joked, “We’ll be happy to look back at pictures of our smooth thighs when we’re 80!”
But I have never ONCE considered booking a boudoir session with a professional photographer that included me – and a big group of girlfriends.
Apparently group boudoir shots are a thing, according to a Today Show report I saw a few weeks back. I can’t stop thinking about it. I mean, I keep thinking in particular about how awkward it would be.
I’m a hugger, but I have zero desire to snuggle up next to my besties while we’re all wearing lingerie (or, according to some of the shots I saw on Today, nothing but a thong).
I also keep wondering who would receive those glossy group prints? My husband, so he could see my friends in their skivvies? Or my friend’s husband, so he could see ME in MY skivvies?
And with some of my friends, that shizzle might end up front and center on some well-trafficked blogs.
Now, participating in a photo shoot with someone like Casey at Greyline Creative? Where my friends and I could pose – fully clothed — in vintage 1930s outfits or even those hilarious old-timey bathing suits? That? That would be fun, not creepy.
Speaking of creepy, this whole conversation is reminding me of those uber-intimate maternity shots I sometimes see on Facebook – or living room — walls. You know, the ones that have mom, dad and baby bump all in the same shot?
Some can be tasteful, yes, but when a photo offers me a glimpse into what it took the MAKE the baby, that’s where I draw the line.
A rule of thumb: If the shot could possibly be misconstrued as an Axe deodorant commercial, ask your baby photographer to suggest another angle.
Personally, the only baby bump picture I have is one of me on the morning I was about to be induced with Ladybug. I was nearly two weeks overdue and was perched on the edge of the sofa eating a waffle with peanut butter smeared on top, wearing my husband’s extra large button-down shirt. The bottom four buttons of the shirt were undone because my baby bump could not be contained.
I mean, that picture might turn your stomach, too, but at least there’s not one whiff of sexuality about it.
Shannon Magsam is mom to 11-year-old Ladybug, married to Ladybug’s dad, John, and co-founder of nwaMotherlode.com. To read previously published installments of Life With Ladybug, click here.