Why I Don't Send Nudes... Anymore

*Disclaimer: I AM PREGNANT. We all know that I am sexually active. If you are shocked by this, then stop reading here. Because you're a fucking idiot and this story will probably make you cry for my soul.*

From the title, this blog is probably not going to be what you're expecting. I'm not going to go off about morality, and how you need to respect yourself and blah, blah, blah. I am going to tell you the most embarrassing story of my life. This is something that I have considered sharing for quite a while now, but never had the courage to do. Now, here I am. Ready, set, go.

First off, no one wants to see a nudey of my pregnant ass. So that's probably the number one reason. Honestly, I'm just postponing telling this story. You guys need to understand that this is me, opening up to my peers and readers. Ok. For real. Here I go.

Mothers day, 2013.

Mothers day was shortly after I had surgery. Well, when I had said surgery, it was for endometriosis, and PCOS, and was extremely painful. There was also no estimated time that I was going to be banned from having sex when I had the surgery, it just depended on how long the recovery was.

Now, at this point in time, I'm thinking to myself, "Oh no. It could be months before we can have sex again. This is not good. Not for me, and not for Andy."

So, I did what any good girlfriend would do. I took out my phone and sent him a naked pic.

I am not a slut. We had been in a long-term relationship, and I figure, hey. It's the least I could do.

Now, I was always very careful with these. I triple checked who I was sending it to, and made sure the picture was deleted after it sent.

Except it wasn't. It was still there, hiding, waiting, and getting ready to ruin my life.

Fast forward to mothers day. We put up these beautiful flowers and this awesome cardboard card on my parents' porch for my mom. We knocked on the door, and when she answered and saw her awesome presents, I took pictures. That's just what you do. So afterwards, my parents are like, 'oh, let's see those pictures!'

So we start scrolling through the pictures.

A picture of flowers.

A picture of my mom.

The card.

My tits.

WHAT.

*cue instantaneous sobbing here*

I had deleted the picture. From my messages. I forgot, however, to delete it from my camera roll.

Now, something that needs to be understood here is the environment in which this happened. We were still standing on my parents front porch. Andrew had gone to the car to grab something, and my parents were both standing on each side of me, with a very clear view of my phone screen. They both very obviously saw this picture.

I, of course, was humiliated. So I burst into tears, and stood there ugly crying for about 10 minutes. When Andrew came up to the porch and I told him what happened, a look of horror crossed his face in realizing that MY FUCKING DAD SAW THAT PICTURE.

He then burst out laughing. Of course, at the time, this infuriated me. How can he not understand how NOT FUNNY this is?? Oh my fucking god. This did not just happen. But it did.

It happened.

And you know what? My parents, of all people, took it better than anyone. They laughed. And laughed. And laughed. My dad tried to assure me he saw nothing (LIAR) and my mom told me that it was okay, and this will be funny with time.

I guess it's funny now. Seriously though, I will never send a nudey again. Not to anyone, ever.

Now, it has been over a year, and I read this article this morning, which pushed me to open up about what happened.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/ryanhatesthis/omg-switch-it-to-airplane-mode-switch-it-to-airplane-mode

It can happen to anyone. I AM NOT ALONE.