There I was buck naked.
Gyan mudra in hand, grounded by the cold wooden planks beneath me. I waited for the silence of the camera's last shot, cueing the end of yet another series of self-timed portraits.
It all started this morning with the thought, “I wonder what this pose would look like with no clothes at all?” And now I know...
Gorgeous. That’s what.
And so I continued on, finding new moments in new shapes, dawning nothing but 32-year-old skin and the scars I’ve collected along the way.
And just like that the words stopped. I was blocked.
With no ending in sight, frustrated and seriously considering plagiarism (only kidding)...
The thought hit me...
Maybe we never needed to be added to, maybe we're complete exactly as we are.
And so I trusted that voice as truth and I posted that badass yoga nudie on Instagram.