Everyone should wander around naked. As I was driving to work this morning I realized I am my biggest obstacle. Some people smoke, some people lie, some people just don’t eat right and exercise enough in the right combination. In this country, lovely wonderful country of my origin, we have a fixation with a standard of appearance and obesity. It’s an interesting paradox isn’t it? The more we advance our abilities and message about being healthy, the more we notice how fat we are.
Let me back up. Over a month ago, for some unknown reason (okay I know the reason and I just don’t want to tell you) I started classing up my look–meaning, I started wearing makeup, attempting some sort of hair fixing, and wearing decent outfits not consisting of sweatshirts and old man cardigans.
Interestingly enough, I felt better about myself. Even on a day off of the “look” I put on makeup and used–get this–the blow dryer on my hair. I looked less lazy! I love my old man cardigans; they are scholarly and warm (and have nice pockets for tissues) but it sure does feel good to put on a nice shirt and a corduroy jacket every once in a while.
So, let’s circle back to my first statement: everyone should wander around naked. We should not fear our bodies. We should not fear other people seeing our bodies. That’s what I say. I know I’m not perfect, but there are some nice things about me. And hey, the fewer clothes you wear, the less laundry you have to do! So, take it off!
