I dare you, go on, take your kit off.
It doesn’t have to be right now, it can be later, when you are at home alone or in your office with the door closed, maybe the bathroom at the gym- anywhere you feel comfortable and preferably won’t get arrested. There in your very own space, with your very own lovely company, take a moment to slip into your birthday suit.
Feels good doesn’t it? I wonder if you recognise the person in the mirror? (That is given that you aren’t just staring at a total stranger while in the gym bathroom, come on now, let’s not be creepy.)
No, I mean your own reflection.
The truth is, we take such pains to conceal our naked truths, hiding under a carefully constructed suit of self creation to morph into who we tell ourselves we are, and who we want to be seen as.
But this body is yours, these freckles on your chest, these bony knees, this cute little butt, these stretch marks and crows feet. No one else has these exact features and no one can use them in the way that you do… Every day. That is your gift.
And my favourite part? That smile. Totally unique. Check you out, looking good with your best smile and best body on.
You go getter, you absolute piece of ass. Love it.
I recently started taking life drawing classes (yup, that’s the images above, all real life beauties with their very own unique souls, laughter and perfect imperfections.)No barbie dolls here, too boring, just real life people with real life bodies, lumps, bumps and all.
I’ll leave you with this thought.
Something we all have in common; underneath our clothes, we’re all naked.