Letting it All Hang Out (Dare to Love Yourself)

Not Friday, but here is a frontal shot. I have to say if a guy like me can be happy with his body, almost anyone can be. That is in the light of society telling people like me we don't fit the mold. To hell with the mold, I'm beautiful just the way I am.

With being raised to be fine with my body, I am lucky. All the males in my childhood home would hang out at night with nothing on. It let to a couple of interesting times when someone came to the door late at night to visit, but that only happened twice.

Mom on the other hand was damaged by Catholic guilt and had to be covered at all times. I feel bad for people who where raised to be ashamed of their natural state of being.

The way the mass media wants you to think a "good body" looks is almost unobtainable. They use this imposed vision of perfection to keep a billion people buying crap they don't need. All to fit a mold less than 1% of people can fit.

This industry ends up making a lot of people hate how they look and makes some of them harm themselves. Yet people look up to the very rich as an example when in reality they don't give a shit how many people die by their own hand in order to sell them products and services. It's the same mentality that cranks out guns for the masses to kill each other with, the entire time poking people with the though of it's a right. Their money is covered in blood.

I know people who became nudists and soon became fine with how they look and began to love themselves for who they are. There is nothing like facing your body in all it's glory to change your mind about what was implanted there.

It is liberating to say the least to not give a shit what people think of how you look or the size of body parts. See yourself as a worthy being. Worthy of love. Worthy of freedom from the system. Dare to love yourself for who you actually are, instead of trying your entire life to be what you are told is perfect. You are perfect.