liberation

We are born authentic. Then, little by little, we wrap ourselves up. In comfort. In silence. In expectations. You go through life as if you're breathing through a layer of plastic. Because it's easier. Because it's what's expected. Because it raises fewer questions. It seems to protect you, but in truth, it slowly suffocates you. And one day, it becomes a cage. You can no longer breathe. So you tear it apart. With your hands. Your body. Every cell of your being. This isn't about aggression. It's about freedom. About the right to be yourself. We pollute our souls the same way we pollute the planet. We cover our emotions with silence. We cover nature with plastic. But what is real always finds a way to grow through. Nakedness isn't about the body. It's about truth. About returning to yourself. We were never meant to be convenient. We were meant to be alive. To be free.