My graphic tees are your Hawaiian shirts. Even when I was younger, not that I’m, ahem, old, Victoria’s Secret was just a little too intimidating for me. Not to mention out of my price range. I’m not that perfect body type, never have been, never will be. I’m short, thin, wiry. The only times I was round or buxom was when pregnant. And I was deliriously round and buxom both times. I loved every minute of it. Well, most of them. My husband loved my curves, but then he also loved my thin wiriness. He loved me. My shape didn’t matter.

I digress. That said, I said fuck all long ago. I buy my undies at Costco. My demographic. Pull-over sports bras, too. You’d have to tie me to a chair to wire me into an underwire. No lace, black or otherwise lurking in my drawers. Perhaps that is part of the reason I find much of your images so seductive, Mike Essig. Maybe they touch on a bit of what I fantacise I were, but haven’t ever been and won’t ever be. If anyone has an opinion about all that, please feel free to tell someone who cares. . .

And all that said, women hard on women? Especially on those who don’t give a shit? Old news. Seriously old. Sad. Perhaps it verges on the fact that is so much easier to criticize others than to find comfort in our own skin. Whatever its shape.

Great question, Mike Essig. Glad you asked.