To the tiniest of moles on a woman’s body, and to the deepest of scars of a man’s; these details contribute to characters.

Why do we go out of our way to hide our characters from each other? Why is standing clothed acceptable, and standing nude a private affair? My first thoughts are: Exposure means vulnerability; and sincerity births judgment. Even as I write this, I feel unsettled. As if writing about the concept of nudity makes me somewhat of a rogue. My objective in writing about this is not to impress anything upon anyone, but merely to wonder. To wonder what it might be like if nudity became mundane.