I Wanna…Blog Some

I thought that swimming naked in Nancy’s pool when I was keeping an eye on her house while she was out of town a few years ago was a freeing experience, but I have discovered something even better!  Naked gardening.

For those not in the know…I have a little private garden outside of my bathroom.  

Here’s a picture from when it was for sale last year:

See the area outside of the window?  That’s my private garden.  So private that I can walk out there nude and even my husband doesn’t give me the look (Is that you Ethel? Where do you think you’re going?  Ethel, you put your clothes on!–remember that from the song The Streak?).

I go outside and water my newly planted bougainvilleas.  I planted dark pink and red to match my towels.  And today I decided to pull weeds.  Naked.  I had no idea how liberating it would be.  To feel the sun shining on my ass crack as I’m bent over to pull the shorter weeds.  Ahhh….

The only downside was I think I was bitten by something on my right butt cheek.

It made me think about how much I love to be naked.  And how few people have seen me naked.  Then I started wondering if my friends would feel the same way about me if they knew what was hiding beneath the clothes.  I always think that for people that aren’t used to my particular sort of physique it would be like looking straight into the sun.  Maybe if you’ve seen The Shape of a Mother the state of my body would not come as much of a surprise.  Or maybe…maybe…you have a body like mine.  I like the word "fluffy" but it’s not really fluff (well, since discovering the Fluffernutter some of it might actually be Fluff).

Fleshy.  Bumpy.  Scarred.  Striped.  Pale.  Droopy.  Dimply. 

Is it easier to accept people when they keep who they really are hidden?  Is my naked body who I really am?  Can I start answering my door naked and not scare off everyone I know?  Maybe we will see.  For now I will finally enjoy pulling weeds.