Maybe it’s the ‘free’ feeling, or the lack of material consuming my body, but I find something irrevocably refreshing about being naked.
However, this has not always been the case. The insecurities I fought my body with used to deprive me of this feeling. That was until I found a man who took those insecurities away. This man, in the simplest way said, loved me.
First, he treated me like I was made of porcelain, so careful as he gently lifted off my delicate lingerie.
Then, he looked at me like I was the most breathtaking piece of art, cherishing every second he had to view my body, in case it was the last time he ever would.
And finally, he got to know my body as though I was the most luscious, juiciest mango he had ever tasted, dragging out each second as he explored every last inch of my body, both so eager to reach the juiciest part of all and so regretful to get there, because he knew once he was finished with this his delicious treat would be over.
Everything, from the reason I am so accepting of my body, to the fact that I no longer scare myself in thinking I will never find someone to love, all comes down to this once man.
So, to people who say, ‘You have to love yourself before you can ever be loved by someone else,’ I disagree with the most confronting politeness. This may be true for you, but for everyone else I am so firm in my belief that there is someone out there to help you overcome whatever it is you need overcame.
Thankyou for reading :)