Oh the joys of being naked. They are so many I can’t even begin to explain. The feel of the sun caressing your entire body. The freedom. The lack of having to wash or pick clothes. On and on. Now. I’m also an ever so tiny bit of a germaphobe, as probably not many of you know. So I don’t go around sitting on furniture naked. That’s what towels are good for. Every naked person should carry a towel or two.😋
Actually I’m not naked all that much, but I’m also not shameful of my body*. I really mostly just sleep naked, but I also don’t purposefully hide my body. I’m not out to make my kids uncomfortable or attract peeping Tom’s. It’s just not a big deal.
I would love to live in a world where we could be naked if we desired. Where naked was standard and clothes were optional. If that were true we would be much more accepting of ourselves and of aging.
We would appreciate the beautiful young suppleness of a body as much the strength and endurance of an older one. We would appreciate the entire spectrum of a bodies journey and possibilities in all it’s many colors, styles, and glory.
My eldest recently asked me why I enjoyed being naked so much and why don’t I at least wear underwear to bed and I said “It just feels good and my ho-ha likes to breath too.”. She just stared at me, shrugged it off and life went on. I don’t mind explaining myself to my chicklets. I know life can be complicated enough so I’m happy they ask. My view of the world is just one of many they will learn about.
Here’s to many more naked days.😋🙃😂
As an aside…isn’t it funny what when we see aliens depicted in a lot of shows, movies or whatever, that if they are not humanoid in nature they are generally naked. Just funny to me.
*In the sanctuary of my own house.
(Haven’t I said all this already? Lol)