True Nude Confessions
(no names, no shame)
You shut the door. Bathroom. Bedroom. Hallway mirror. Wherever. You are standing there. Bare. No towel. No excuses.
What do you see?
Not the body you posted last week. Not the one you filtered. The one that is yours when the lights are on and no one is looking.
One truth. One line.
Write it and send it. No editing. No posing. No “I am actually really confident.”
Write like this:
Today, I hated my knees. My cat did not care.
I danced naked once. I did not close the blinds. I felt stupid. Then good.
I cried. Then I laughed. Then I kept the lights off.
