Not sure if a new obsession but have been thinking a lot about moments in childhood when naked outside and bathing in streams without a care in the world.

Sometime between then and now I like many have picked up the cares of the world and live in semi-oppression born of the distance created between nakedness and perceived survival.

Nakedness means many things to me, and skin is only one part of the vulnerability I have since a little girl struggled to share. So it’s on. The date is nearing when I’ll be in that stream again, and though it won’t be the same experience as it was then, it is the experience I need now.

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