skyclad and fit is fucking hot

i wear clothes three times a week inside and twice a week to either pick up groceries from the front door or go walk to the convenience / drug store. i am naked the rest of my waking and sleeping hours and i prefer it that way……i would be quite at home in a nudist colony, in fact….i was like that when i was fat and now that i am fit i definitely feel at home in my own skin……can’t wait for the yoga pilates set….tighten my belly….my arms….get limber again…..lift my chest without a fucking bra….tighten my ass….take a decade or two off my frame and return to my physical prime……writing feels so right…..Mom is right! The stories to tell….how I got here, to this state of mind and who got me here…..the men and women….some reading now and wondering–fuck yeah you in this Oya whirlwind–you lit it, bitches, get in the rhythm! this is poetry too, and the Orishas do walk with me too, not just you…..