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That Woman

I used to be that woman. The one who would judge others who were too free spirited. Too bold. Too daring.

Quietly judging the type that would strip her clothes and dive into the lake without a care of who might be watching.

Underneath that judgment was jealousy. At the root of that jealousy was longing. The truth was that I wanted to reclaim my own wild like that, more than anything.

I wanted to be that woman. What I learned was that I already WAS that woman. She just had so much heavy bullshit and baggage piled on top of her that I couldn't feel her anymore.

So I dug in and went on a quest to strip myself raw. That feeling of embracing my wild is better than I ever could have imagined.

And the thing I realized is that if you don't like my cellulite dimples, stretch marks, and rolly belly while I swim naked, dance free, or run through the forest, you're welcome to look the other way. You can even judge me the whole way to the gym if you want.

I'll be over here too busy not giving a f*ck.

However, I'd love it if you joined me instead. Swimming naked in the wild waters of life. It's pretty cool. I think you'll like it.

One thing's for certain, once you try it, you'll never go back to that other way again.

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