My first year at college I decided to be naked more often, because I disapproved of my embarrassment about my body, and the easiest way out seemed to be full-on immersion therapy. I started modeling for art classes, dressing as skimpily as possible at parties, and intentionally exuding okay-ness with my physical self. Never with anything else have I been able to undertake a 180ยบ change of emotion and get the result I wanted, which makes me think that I don't understand my motivations as well as I pretend. What was I really afraid of?
I'm not sure I believe that fears go away.
My 2 am company, two nights ago:
I'm not sure I do either.
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