Come here.
Right here. Get closer. Really close.
Can you feel my breath on your cheek? Yes? Good.
Now take off your clothes.
You heard me. All of them. Right now.
That cloak of self-deprecation? Gone.
That skirt made of long-held shame? Burn it.
Those too small shoes that you thought you needed to be beautiful? Garbage.
The pockets stuffed full of unspoken dreams? Empty them now.
That big old ugly sweater knitted from every hateful word you’ve ever absorbed? Fuck. That. Shit.
It’s time to take off those clothes, dammit.
There you’ll stand. Without your armor. Without talismans or amulets and everything you always wanted and thought for sure you needed to get by. All of it. Gone.
And there you are. Just you. Utterly, breathtakingly perfect. You’ve let it all go now, and aren’t you the beauty? Just as you are. None of that stuff was necessary.
And yes, you want to run and hide. You’re cowering in preparation for the judgment and the cold air and the wash of shame that is sure to come.
Except… it doesn’t. The air is warm and the room is filled with nothing but love. No judgment. No harsh words. We’re too awestruck by your beauty to even consider it. We’re blown away by your courage and in awe of your strength. There you are, doing the very thing we know we should do but can’t quite make ourselves commit to.
And with the removal of all that did not serve, there is space cleared to call home what is already yours.
Call it home, darling, call it home.
You can dance by yourself whenever the music moves you.
You can read your poem to 300 people even though your legs are shaking.
You can submit that novel that you poured your heart into, to the best publishing house in the country.
You can learn to sky dive, go back to school, birth your baby on your own terms, end your marriage, fall in love, raise your voice, speak your mind, invite the consequences of living your truest life.
It’s all yours for the taking.
It’s all yours for the taking.
And when you’re ready to get dressed again you’ll find only the finest fabrics; sheer, light and beautiful. In colors that make you shine from the inside out. And although you could choose to cover yourself again, you wouldn’t dream of it.
You’ve witnessed the magic of transparency and seen how crazy beautiful the world looks with your light shining on it.
~Jeanette LeBlanc
Right here. Get closer. Really close.
Can you feel my breath on your cheek? Yes? Good.
Now take off your clothes.
You heard me. All of them. Right now.
That cloak of self-deprecation? Gone.
That skirt made of long-held shame? Burn it.
Those too small shoes that you thought you needed to be beautiful? Garbage.
The pockets stuffed full of unspoken dreams? Empty them now.
That big old ugly sweater knitted from every hateful word you’ve ever absorbed? Fuck. That. Shit.
It’s time to take off those clothes, dammit.
There you’ll stand. Without your armor. Without talismans or amulets and everything you always wanted and thought for sure you needed to get by. All of it. Gone.
And there you are. Just you. Utterly, breathtakingly perfect. You’ve let it all go now, and aren’t you the beauty? Just as you are. None of that stuff was necessary.
And yes, you want to run and hide. You’re cowering in preparation for the judgment and the cold air and the wash of shame that is sure to come.
Except… it doesn’t. The air is warm and the room is filled with nothing but love. No judgment. No harsh words. We’re too awestruck by your beauty to even consider it. We’re blown away by your courage and in awe of your strength. There you are, doing the very thing we know we should do but can’t quite make ourselves commit to.
And with the removal of all that did not serve, there is space cleared to call home what is already yours.
Call it home, darling, call it home.
You can dance by yourself whenever the music moves you.
You can read your poem to 300 people even though your legs are shaking.
You can submit that novel that you poured your heart into, to the best publishing house in the country.
You can learn to sky dive, go back to school, birth your baby on your own terms, end your marriage, fall in love, raise your voice, speak your mind, invite the consequences of living your truest life.
It’s all yours for the taking.
It’s all yours for the taking.
And when you’re ready to get dressed again you’ll find only the finest fabrics; sheer, light and beautiful. In colors that make you shine from the inside out. And although you could choose to cover yourself again, you wouldn’t dream of it.
You’ve witnessed the magic of transparency and seen how crazy beautiful the world looks with your light shining on it.
~Jeanette LeBlanc
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