Hello hellooo,
How's your day coming along? How's your week been? How's your month been? Hoping that it all has been mostly filled with joy in all your nudctivities...hehe. How are prepping for the holiday season as the Christmass music is slowly creeping into all the speakers of shopping centres? Will it be a "Guess it's time to tell them I'm a nudist" kind of mental preparation, or a "I cannot wait for all this to end and go back to my safe nude space"?
The past plays a really big role on how we both act and respond to life, in a survival adaptation kind of way. This feature came in handy to our ancestors when skillfully marking out routes that avoid predators and other form of danger. In that they could remember the likelyhood of which animal to encounter at specific spots. Now as much as this inherent skill is still very helpful to date, there are downsides with regards to the images we have for ourselves.
Perhaps growing up you heard, read or saw about a certain 'beauty standard'. This piece of information may stick with you as we are creatures of wanting to attain certain appearances. You get into your adolescence years or you already were, with that specific expectation of growing into that. January comes, December goes, you aren't still there. As this 'ripe' period of time marches on, you cannot help but notice some of your peers achieving this 'beauty standard' together with the praises that comes with it. The season passes, but you're still carrying the longing that was involuntarily placed on your shoulders by marketing wizards in your teens, to lure you into buying their products. "That is beauty, not this one of mine", you keep telling yourself. Failing to notice that you too changed, you too fall in the variety of beauty in existence.
Your journey life becomes now one full of insecurities, "No, they don't and wouldn't like this, let me hide it under a mountain of fabric", you keep affirming to yourself. The past, your mind has build a camp in it. Stepping a foot outside it's walls doesn't feel safe, rather new and uncomfortable. But you come across this blog, read all the previous articles and sum up a bit of strength to leap out. " Yesss, this is it, I'm finally free, the air feels nice, oh the sunshine on my skin", but oh no, monster past runs up behind you and chases you back into your confinement, where its grey and cold, you roll back into a blanket.
Friends, this has a solution. The solution is being aware of this feeling is coming from the past, not the present. It's coming from the back, not what lays ahead. Get out of the camp and the monster will burn in the sun. The present is in your hands, it's safe.
Until next time...bye nudies!

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