When I tell people I do figure drawing, they tell me many things, “I could never do that I’m too ____… I’d be too embarrassed… I’ve always wanted to but…”
Funny thing is, the artists they don’t need you to be this that or the other. Tall, short, fat, thin. Doesn’t matter. Just to be yourself. And be still. That’s it.
We walk though life praying that we’ll be good enough. But all the while people are waiting for people to just step forward and say, “here I am.” Not to push it. Not to project it. Just to be.
It gives them freedom to do the same.
You don’t have to take your clothes off to accomplish this. You can do this every day of your life. You are who you are, and we’re all on a journey of improvement, self-discovery. But right now, we’re here, and we’re alive. That’s good enough.
Honesty goes a long way. Be you. Be proud. Be brave.
Blessings, my wonderful friends,
As I study the Embody Project,
I notice a few commonalities:
the shedding of clothes
brings with it the shedding of judgements,
the shedding of hangups
about the body and others’ opinions of it.
When we get beyond all the layers,
we transcend the physical
Suddenly, everyone is prophetic,
It’s like we step into our true Edenic selves,
who walk with Jesus just like we used to
before our flesh knew shame.
“[They] were both naked,
and they felt no shame.”
There was nothing, no barriers between them,
LORD, bring us back to this place.
“I wanna write a romance novel,” she says,
“where things are messy, things are perfect,
where romance isn’t smooth,
and the lovers don’t quite know what they’re doing.
Otherwise, you go into love thinking everyone’s got it all together,
and that’s not the case at all.
We’re imperfect beings, our fiction should be an education in that
So that reality goes a little smoother.”
You got up there first, you strutted your stuff
You showed me it’s not that scary
Not easy, but not impossible
I’ll always be slightly in your shadow,
but that’s okay. I like a challenge.
I’m fascinated by naturalists,
their ability to take it all off,
just be themselves.
Their lesson: Don’t hide. Abide.
Ever had a nightmare where
You go to school with no clothes on?
Well, what if it isn’t a nightmare at all,
But rather a dream.
A dream in which you stand up to give your presentation
And everyone gasps,
But then you turn and say,
“That’s right, this is me, all of me. Here I am.”
And then everyone cheers,
Because you were completely
And unashamedly yourself
And who wouldn’t love the FREEDOM
To be just that?