Brittany Gibbons remembers stepping out of the shower shortly after the birth of her third child and catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She thought, “Who let my mom in here?” She was crushed.
That is when she realized needed to regain confidence in her body, self, and spirit. She made the decision right then and there to have sex with her husband, Andy, every single day for a year.
Once she accomplished her goal, she said this:
“Three years ago I had sex every single day, for one whole year. To answer the most popular questions I’ve been asked since: No, it was not with 365 men. It was with one, my husband. Yes, even while I was on my period. I have no idea what my kids were doing while we were having sex. I assume not watching us. And finally, no, I didn’t do it to save my marriage. I did it to save myself, the effect it had on my marriage was merely a perk.”
“Shortly after having my third child, I remember getting out of the shower, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and wondering, Who let my mom in here? From that point on, I didn’t let myself be naked. I kept the lights off during sex, hid my stomach and boobs inside a camisole, and I waited for my husband to leave the bedroom before barreling from the shower to my closet to get dressed.”
“As the years went by, the absence of my naked body began to worry me. Did my husband, Andy, even know what I looked like naked anymore? Could he draw a nude picture of me that didn’t also have a giant duvet over my body or a Spanx seam running vertically down my stomach?”
“As the months passed, I started looking forward to it. Sex begat more sex, and those connected, loved-up feelings began to creep outside of the bedroom—or in our case, the laundry room, the closet and our garage—and into our everyday lives. We were more romantic with each other, touching arms as we passed, kissing longer before work and not just the cold familiar peck. Our relationship was stronger and better when our intimacy was flourishing.”
“A year in, I stopped wearing clothes entirely. At least, I assume that is what my kids would say. I stopped that primal run from the shower, and now lazily walked to the closet naked. I made school lunches in my underwear, and didn’t reflexively pull away when Andy came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. My relationship with my husband, and my body, had changed in amazing ways.”
“I used to joke that I never wanted to have to be in a position to date again because my body wasn’t ‘showroom ready.’ While I naturally hope to stay married to Andy until the end of time, and should I die first, haunt him, I don’t have that fear anymore, because my definition of desirable has changed. It was never about anyone wanting me, it was about me wanting myself. And it only took an entire year of getting laid to figure that out.”
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