Then, one day about a month ago, I took my clothes off. Not only did I feel air in the most private of places, I noticed it on my belly and chest, air caressing me, massaging my skin.
With that, rather than sitting on the couch eating emptiness, I woke up. I began to feel again. I wanted to read, to write, to connect. I wanted to go on adventures, face some fears, dance naked in the mornings, and do naked yoga at home. So, I did. I took all these things on and filled my world with inspiring activities.
Clothes free living unlocked desire and action in me, and with that I’ve let go of compulsive overeating without a second thought. I consume when I’m hungry and I stop when I’m satisfied, effortlessly, organically. I’ve opened up books I hadn’t finished, written my heart on paper, connected with amazing people, and so much more.
Me clothes free: I feel. I desire. I move.