I laughed at myself at the farm yesterday as I changed my clothes by my car, forgetting I had foregone a bra that morning, and almost took my top off in “public.” The public at that moment being the trees surrounding me and the random bird flying above. We’ll thank my closeness to nature and an almost full moon for my unconscious moment of being natural.
As I think back to that quick second where my skin was exposed to a cooling air and the setting sun, feeling the rejuvenating freshness of the moment, I wonder why it is that women in this country are still not allowed to go topless like men. Why is it that I have to go to a nude beach or a desolate desert in order to feel the sun on my bare bottom and its warmth on my nipples? Why is it that I am made to feel I would be responsible for anybody’s reactions to seeing my body?
At this stage of our collective consciousness, I propose that women not only have absolute right to bare our bodies publicly should we choose to, but that the people seeing them are capable of considering women to not be mere objects of sexual pleasure. And if we do have such a reaction, that we are capable of not pursuing it without mutual consent.
I dare challenge everybody to rise to this level of consciousness 🙂
I jest for a moment, but this is actually a truly serious subject. How we view ourselves as human beings dictates how we treat each other. Let’s rise above the objectification of people (both men and women) and see ourselves for the beautiful spirits we truly are. Regardless of our bodies.