Okay. So it wasn’t my naked bum, but it very well could have been.
You see. I am married to a pastor. And he has been the pastor of an international church for round about 12+ years. And with great strength comes great responsibility. No, wait. That’s Spiderman.
With an international church comes great weddings! Oh, yeah. That sounds more like our slogan.
And a great wedding it was…At the palace in Wasowo, Poland.
You read that correctly. A palace. Pretty spanking awesome, eh?!
Funny thing is, the couple that married, yep. You mine as well call me the matchmaker from Fiddler on the Roof. No. I really didn’t have anything to do with them falling in love, but the guy came from America to work with our foundation here in Poland. And we had him and his teammates stay with us for a week, where they got to go to our church, henceforth meeting his future bride. So, in a very far-fetched round about way, Cody and Zofia, you are most welcome for your love!
Okay, okay. Again, I had nothing to do with their fairytale romance. I just love receiving accolades I really didn’t earn.
But back to them falling in love and having their wedding in a palace. And my bum on display—canvas, mind you—at that palace.
So, we were gifted a room at the palace for the evening, and we were so excited about that. Excited and very grateful. It had been a long journey back to Poland. And then a long first two weeks in Poland. The travels to the palace promised to be the ice cream on top of our sundae of travels!
Sure enough. We arrive to a sprawling estate. Rolling hills, beautiful lake, gorgeous palace, play area for kids, and a wedding spectacular.
We were given our room key. And we entered. That’s when I saw it! The oil painting displayed right next to our bed.
A woman. About my age. Naked as the day she was born. Lying on her stomach on a sofa. Lounging with her bum for the entire world to see.
To be fair, at the time of the painting, perhaps she thought only her husband would see. After all, I am sure oil paintings back then were not the “social media sharing” of the century. Or were they? Did she know that one day her bum would go viral? Probably not.
Anyhow, I took one look at that photo. And then another. And then I became a student of that picture. I looked at the woman. And her body. And her cool confidence. No, I am not saying lie around naked and allow others to put you on canvases.
I am simply saying this…She was about my age. And her body was about my shape. If not just a wee-bit shapelier.
She had curves. And she had life (also known as more curves than necessary).
Her bum was not toned and fit. It was squishy and real.
And I liked it.
I liked that the oil canvas in my room next to our bed was not a photoshopped picture like those you see on display in magazines.
I liked that the original oil painting in our room was an unedited version of a beautiful woman displayed in all of her splendor.
Her real bum was beautiful. And it gave me just enough pep to take a good look at where my body is today and say, “Brooke, your bum in all of it’s aging glory, its birthed children stretch marks, and it’s inability to lose weight like you did when you were twenty…Your bum is beautiful too!”
Don’t worry, though, Mom. I won’t hang my bum on an oil painting on a wall in a palace.
Although, now that I think about it, one day, a hundred or so years from now, some woman may think that my bum, in all of its “birth-day” splendor, as inspiring-ly beautiful too.
Richard, go get your brushes and paint!