Gravity: The Heavy, Messy, Sex Edition

I went to New York to see a show and speak on a panel about afrofuturism last week.  I hired a photog friend who recently moved up there to capture some shots of me speaking so I could use them for my personal website.  After the panel, I rode the train with my photographer friend and playfully told him to delete the ones where I looked particularly fat.

I thought he’d laugh, but instead he said, “You’re serious?  I always thought you loved the camera.”

“I do, but only when I control the shot.” Then, more shakily, I told him, “I just have a lot of stuff I don’t like about the way I look on camera, and plus I’ve gained weight.  It gives me anxiety. It always has.”

He looked genuinely confused at that point.  The train was coming and more people had gathered close to us, so he asked the question loudly.  “But…why?  I mean, do you ever ask yourself why that is?”

I just looked at him as I thought about all the horrible reasons that I know exactly why that is.

Before I could conjure a self-shaming joke to mask the tension, he said, “I think you should write about it.”

So here we are. Read More