NUDE BUT NEVER EVER RUDE

In the soft glow of morning light,
She stands before the mirror, skin aglow,
Naked and unashamed,
For she knows that beauty lies not in cloth,
But in the curves and lines of her own form.

Her body is a canvas,
Painted with the brushstrokes of time,
Every scar and stretch mark a testament
To a life fully lived,
A body well-loved.

She does not hide behind layers,
For she knows that her worth
Is not determined by the fabric she wears,
But by the strength and resilience
That lies beneath her skin.

Her nakedness is not a weapon,
But a celebration of self,
A declaration of independence
From the constraints of society
That seek to confine and define her.

She revels in the freedom
Of feeling the breeze caress her skin,
Of dancing under the moonlight,
Unburdened by the weight
Of societal expectations.

She is not ashamed of her nakedness,
For she knows that it is not synonymous
With vulgarity or indecency,
But a symbol of empowerment
And self-acceptance.

In a world that seeks to dictate
What is and is not appropriate,
She stands proudly in her nudity,
A living, breathing reminder
That naked does not equate to rude.

So let us embrace our bodies
In all their naked glory,
For they are a reflection of our souls,
Beautiful and unapologetically real,
Nude, but never, ever rude.