Many of you are old enough to remember the Vanity Fair cover of a naked and pregnant Demi Moore. Believe it or not, for all you young people, it was considered both groundbreaking and controversial for 1991 standards. Critics both loved and loathed the pictorial calling it a “powerful artistic statement” as well as “grotesque and obscene.”
Fast forward 20 years and naked celebrity pregnancy photos are a dime a dozen; the latest being Jessica Simpson mimicking Moore’s pose for the cover of Elle magazine.
Baby bump photo sessions are not just for the rich and famous, however. The now infamous Annie Liebovitz’s photo shoot with Demi Moore did for the prenatal photo business what Anne Geddes did for the infant photo business.
We now seemingly can’t escape “the pregnant nude” especially since the advent of social media. Women everywhere now proudly post their entire in-the-buff, pre-baby photo sessions for all to see. And why shouldn’t they? They feel proud, beautiful and empowered.
With that being said, why are those of us who just want to celebrate the female (and male) form sans bumps (at least those of the baby kind) constantly under the threat of indecency?
Case in point, I can’t tell you how many friends I have that have apparently offended the social networking gods and had their accounts flagged and often times deleted even when strategically covering their bits and pieces? When is acceptance of the nude form going to be accepted?
Many cultures accept nudity in art even when they shun actual nudity.
During the Renaissance, the nude form was depicted so there was “no sexual suggestiveness presumed.”
So why can’t I post artistic photographs of me nude if there is no presumed sexual suggestiveness?
When, along the history of the world timeline, did nudity morph from something of beauty and to behold to something dirty and shameful?
Perhaps we will have to wait another 20 years to find out.
Pam Ortiz Miller was born and raised in suburban New York avoiding books and writing of any kind as she preferred musical theatre where people sang you everything you needed to know. It wasn’t until she was a senior at the University of Maryland that she discovered a love of writing. Her main writing focus is poetry, however, she dabbles in short stories, news articles, screenplays and occasional angry letters to customer service reps and estranged relatives. Her latest endeavor is a blog entitled The Real Housewife of Ormond Beach chronicling her adventures in the domestic arts. Like most New Yorkers Pam ended up in Florida where she lives with her husband, three cats and a very special dog. Her hobbies include traveling, photography, cooking, cinema and getting rid of tan lines. On her off days from being a domestic diva she can be found rehabbing sea and land turtles.