Want to hear something funny?
I wrote an essay on Symbiosis, Time, and Family that ran in Mutha Magazine today. Last week, the editor asked me to send some pictures to illustrate the essay, and so I began scrolling through all my photographs from the last year or so.
I had a bit of a dilemma. I wanted to choose the best photos, but I felt conflicted about my family’s privacy. For one thing, my partner Kellie hates nearly every photo of herself, with a vehemence most of us reserve for only the worst of the worst—photos where our eyes are closed and mouths are open. Tag her in a semi-flattering picture on Facebook and you will be subject to her wrath. I didn’t think she’d appreciate having her face featured on a website. And then there are my kids. I’m not opposed to sharing photos of them, but sometimes I worry about leaving a trail of their faces all over the internet.
And so, I settled on two photos that I thought captured something about our family without featuring our faces. In the end, I liked it that way. My hope was that the photographs would compliment the writing, rather than broadcasting: and this is what we look like.
So I was startled today when I viewed my piece online and there, in the middle of the page, was my naked belly. I’ll share it here too because, you know, why be shy now?
Um, how did I miss that? I even wondered for a moment if I had accidentally attached the wrong photo, or if the editors had somehow magically un-cropped something I had altered long ago, but no. This is the photo I chose. I was so busy looking at wasn’t there, I didn’t notice what was there. If you asked me which am I more self-conscious about, my face of my post-partum belly, well, you can probably guess what my answer would be. In fact, throughout both of my pregnancies I made a point of not sharing any belly-pics. I liked my growing belly just fine, but I wanted to keep it to myself.
Another thing: You can see my son’s umbilical cord pressed between my left arm and my belly. I hadn’t noticed that either. In fact I had nearly forgotten that when I held him for the first time, he was still tethered to me by that thick blue rope. It only lasted a minute, and then he was released.
4 thoughts on “Hidden in Plain Sight”
Let me just say that your picture is much more flattering than mine! Lol. Yours looks sweet and intimate…mine, not so much. Did I still put it on my blog? Yup! Lol
Profound moment beautifully captured – love it!
What a beautiful photograph and love getting to see your naked belly along with the cord linking you to your baby still even if just for a moment. Beautiful all around.
When I read your essay and saw the picture I thought,”Jenn is so brave and cool. She is as courageous in her image selection as she is in her writing”. Then I read this post and got a chuckle out of it. I would love to have been a fly on the wall when you discovered your ‘belly shot’. (I didn’t notice the umbilical cord either.) But I agree with the other comments. It’s a beautiful picture.