Upon entering my home I shed all my clothes, enter the shower and wash the outside world away. From the moment my feet step onto the bathmat, I will remain bare. Walking nude with only the collar and leash, which runs down the center of my back. I feel the handle brush along my buttocks as my hips sway.
My skin is still damp and the cool morning air causes my skin to rush with goosebumps and my nipples contract and harden. My posture is strong as I stand naked by the window looking out onto the vast farm scape, sipping my coffee. I take to the sofa, draping my shoulders with a buttersoft thin robe, I take up my pen and notebook and write my “to-do” list and goals for my days off.
I remain nude and unrestrained for 48 hours, only donning a light dress when I must venture briefly to the outdoors.My sense of self, and strength grows as my body rejuvenates by being free of the burden of clothing.I go about my day doing household chores; vacuuming, dishes, laundry-all in the nude
Every step and move my body makes, I notice how my shoulders set back, how my chin lifts, how I move with a gentle grace, soft foot falls, no stomping around. How my heart beats slow and steady. I feel everything as I walk nude.
I gaze in the mirror and no longer see flaws, I see every curve, every stretchmark, every scar, I embrace each one. I see my beauty through all my scars, and fears and doubts. I see the physical strength from biking, weights and Pilates; my legs grow muscular, waist narrowing, shoulders defining posture lengthening. Even when seeing my skin loosen and sag as my body repairs itself, I don't cry anymore. I embrace the apron belly and am proud of what my body is capable of.
I am fucking beautiful, and stunning. I am powerful in who I am
