U is for Unashamed

I am naked. So are you.

Most of the time, we’re in a desperate struggle to hide our truth from everyone else. Even the ones we love. We cringe and utter silent thought-prayers, hoping no one will notice the flaws that are painfully obvious to us.

• Fat
• Awkward
• Saggy
• Dumb
• Ugly
• Paunchy
• Greasy
• Smelly

And that doesn’t even scratch the surface.

We laugh about our inner flaws, because we’re terrified we’ll be judged. (Or maybe we’re just terrified.)

Ha! We laugh.

• “Love that chocolate! Nom, nom, nom.” [Can’t shake the weight. Why bother anymore?"]
• “Starbucks is my church.” [Coffee is my God.]
• “Those Downton Abbey maids work so hard. How is that fair?” [I don’t tip waitresses. They need to get a real job.]
• “Making love by candlelight is so sexy.” [You can’t tell I’m imagining it’s someone else.]

Why are we hiding? Why aren’t we unashamed?

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