Are you comfortable with your body? This question is one that we should all ask ourselves. We need to be comfortable with our bodies. Don’t ask what brought on this little revelation. It is not as if I did not understand that we need to be comfortable with our bodies. I have not always loved mine but I don’t hate it either. I am growing to love it more as I age.
Okay, so truthfully, someone I follow on Twitter was tweeting about posing for some naked sketches. I am pretty sure I didn’t dream this up but maybe I did. Then, I met a new friend a few weeks ago. He is an artist. I am an online freak so I decided I would check out a few of his older blog posts as I could see more of his art. Having seen his art in person, I knew I enjoyed what I had seen so far so had no qualms about looking further. After all, he is an artist. Don’t artists want people to look at their art?
The post that caught my eye, most likely because I do feel the female and the male bodies are works of art, was one of sketches of nudes. These woman were beautiful. I looked at these just before going out on my run yesterday. So what is running through my mind as I am running – especially once my mp3 player died as I forgot to charge it? Could I do that? No, I have not been asked to pose nude. That is a good thing because I do not know that I am comfortable enough with my body for that yet.
So I wrote this on a Monday night, after getting ready for bed, and scheduled it to show up on Wednesday morning. I travel on Wednesdays for work so this is a day I don’t always have time to write. Here it is Tuesday morning and I am adding to the entry as I was back at Ben’s blog this morning. Call me pleasantly surprised to find more sketches.
Anyway, the discussion in my brain – did you know I have people up there that talk to themselves? – went something like this.
Person 1: You could do that. Look you are out here running in quite a bit of tight clothing. How is that different from naked?
Person 2: I can’t be naked in front of an art class. There are people there I don’t know or worse, people I do know.
Person 3: You had no trouble getting naked in front of …. oops! For the sake of the innocent, or at least those who are not me, I better edit person 3.
Person 1: You are almost naked in your running clothing. And I have seen what you wear in the summer.
Person 3: Ask what’s his name what he thinks.
Person 2: I can’t do this why are you all thinking I could. I get very self-conscious naked.
You get the idea. I didn’t just have a good conscience and a bad one on this issue. I had several little Jiminy Crickets in my mind yesterday and they were distracting me from my running. No, I didn’t stop running and didn’t even have a bad time. I just couldn’t run fast enough to get away from them.
Okay, so maybe I am a closet exhibitionist or even a closet nudist. The conversation, in the long run, just made me think about accepting one’s body for what it is.