Do you know being nude makes you realise a lot of things
That clothes were not the only layers you had on.
Your past, your experiences, your fears, expectations, baggage, worries, the lies you’ve told, the secrets you’ve hidden… everything. You wear them. All the time.
Striped to my skin… who am I? What do I have? What do I want?
I can be whatever I want to be. More than I am now. Less than I was. Whatever…
Or can I? Once the clothes come on… will the other layers too?