It’s kind of weird. I think of being naked as so normal, so comfortable and natural. It’s rarely sexual unless I make it that way. Everyone may have seen me naked before, but it’s a controlled-naked, it’s not even vulnerable-naked. I’ve always seen it as defiant-naked, strong-naked, dgaf-naked. It can become desirable-naked, or seductive-naked, but it’s still only what I make it. I have agency over the intentions that come from my body; it’s why I take self-portraits, and rarely model unless it’s for someone who understands the importance of this agency.
I love my naked body like few other things in the world. It is mine, to do with as I please. It carries me through this life and has allowed me many things I didn’t expect. It changes and morphs into new versions of itself and I love all of them. I decorate her with tattoos and take her out dancing. I could never be ashamed or embarrassed of her. My naked body is not all I am, but she is an equal part of that whole that makes up the best of me. I can only be what I am, and my body keeps all of that safe and hidden. I’m not exposed or exploited when I am naked. That would be applying someone else’s expectations onto my body, and she hates that. It only makes me more defiant. When I am naked I am not brave or vulnerable or there for you. When I am naked, I am divine.