Naked

What if you didn’t hold back at all.
No filter.

What if everything that started as a little tickle in your belly could simply bubble up and flow out of your mouth.

Uncensored.
Free.

Not judged by you.
Or judged but let out anyway.
Facing possible judgment from others.
But let out anyway.

What if you had no restraints.
No hesitation.
No doubts.

Or you felt the doubts and simply – compassionately, knowingly – smiled at them and shrugged them off.

What if you trusted yourself so completely that you could relax into who you are.

In every moment.
Every day.

Naked. Real.

Not just on those “comfortable and confident” days where your hair looks good. Or the jeans fit right.

But every. Damn. Day.

What if the you that’s the deepest down version of you was always allowed to lead.

To play.
To be the freak that it is.
To shine. To glow.

To rise up.
Unapologetically.
Boldly.
To laugh, to cry, to scream, to share your gifts.

What if you could be that naked. That free.