Naked and Unafraid
There was a time in my life when being naked was normal. My first four years were spent almost entirely in the nude, joined at the hip by my twin sister — her name is Mary Scott, although I call her Sissy. She also calls me that. Sorry for the confusion. The two of us would strip to our birthday suits every time our mom tried to put us in matching outfits. We didn’t mind the matching; it was the suffocating feeling of being clothed that we couldn’t stand.
Growing up in rural Virginia, we played in the creek and the mud, ran through our yard chasing big dogs, sat on our porch eating popsicles, all while being naked. As we got older we wore more clothes, but we never lost sight of the freedom of being naked. We would skinny dip off of our friends’ docks, taking turns stashing each others’ clothes, collapsing in laughter in the frantic search for a cover-up under the revealing light of a full moon
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