Intrinsically, there is nothing wrong with being seen, or seeing others without clothing. It is nude, which is a natural state. I must sometimes remind myself that it is the others that find it wrong. It is the others whose reaction to this nude body defines it to be other than what it actually is. It is the others, who put context onto it, feel fear, feel lust, see sex, project false intents, or want to use it for their own purposes. It is not their body, nor their business. It is my body, my personal space, my identity, my God given vehicle.
What someone projects is not the fact. The body is simply a physical entity.
This body doesn’t belong to anyone else, unless I give it, or it is stolen. And it is stolen. It is taken from me and then required to be dressed, to sit and walk in particular ways and in particular places.
The body isn’t the difficulty, it is the modern beholder. It is allowing oneself to be ruled by what others think, that robs us of autonomy. How much more personal could a body be? Yet someone imposes themselves between body and self.
I have a right, a sole right to choose, as long as there is no harm to others. There is no authority that can legitimately claim the right to my body over my own ownership. This body was given to me.
There is nothing whatsoever wrong, or dangerous with being seen in this body. Sure, there could be compromises, but still these are justly my choices to make.
I have been treated like this for so long that I often forget who is supposed to have dominion over this flesh. It is like a freed slave still performing for a master, or an old bad habit that pops up from time to time. I suddenly feel naked, I feel liberated from something, I feel self-conscious, I have a fear based thought, “What will people think?” All of this is the result of another’s imposition.
What will some people think? Some will think the ridiculous notion that it is a threat to them and their families, or to their place in a social order. Some just assume that they have the right to judge and take over another person’s body. Laws will do this and they are unjust.
The only threat is to me and my birthright. It is silly to see another body of one’s own species as a threat, or immoral, or just wrong. Do I tread too lightly to accept it as just “silly?” It is a serious imposition to my most basic of sense and place of dignity. That should be a seriously defended boundary when another crosses it.
It is a reality that inside of my doors, my sanctuary, this body is mine. I can take complete control over my birthright. I can learn to purge the chains. I can act out of my expected character when I am indoors. I can be myself, live in a secret naked world. I can reclaim what is mine. Why is it then, that when another knocks and enters that I lose that?
Why does my relationship with my body not stay the same when I walk out of the doors of my house? There was no harm alone and there is no inherent harm otherwise.
This body is harmless, safe, clean and a wholesome sight. But above all, it is distinctly mine.
Our thanks to Ed’s Photo Studio. We set it up in his garage and had fun the other day.