Today I went skinny-dipping. That's right, you read me. Instead of a bathing suit I simply used my God-given birthday suit.
A good friend invited me and another friend for a dip in a creek that runs near the farm she stays at for the summer. After a jungle-like trek through stinging nettles and climbing down the bank, we set our stuff down and shed our clothes. I eased into the water and the idea of being naked with two friends. It was like going public in a garment I've never really shown anyone before. The wonderful part was it didn't matter. We were happy to be out in nature together, liberating ourselves from society and its norms.
I've always felt somewhat self-conscious of my body, and seeing my two nymph-figured friends slightly added to that. But I knew they didn't care; we were all beautiful in our way and right. Our curves, though literally our shapes, shaped us into people as well: that's part of who and what we are, where we came from.
We sat on a log to soak the sun. I felt like part of that Pink Floyd poster with the naked ladies with painted backs. We ducked a couple times behind the log to avoid passerbys on the trail atop the bluff. Our sun-basking happiness came to an end when we saw a man looking our direction. He was on a cell phone so for the sake of this story we assumed he was calling the cops. We splashed towards the bank when he wasn't looking and scrambled to clothe ourselves.
We braved the nettles again but it was worth it. I was sun-kissed and free.
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