Sep 24, 2025
If We Were Unafraid
Imagine—
if skin was not a battlefield,
but a language.
If the body was not judged,
but shared,
like sunlight spilling into open hands.
Men laughing with men,
not fearing the weight of eyes,
but carried by the joy
of being seen without armor.
Women resting with women,
not tallying flaws or envies,
but weaving warmth together
like sisters of the same flame.
And the ones between, beyond, outside—
not left in the shadows,
but folded in,
as natural as breath,
as necessary as belonging.
What if nakedness
was not hunger,
but honesty?
Not shame,
but communion?
We would learn to speak softer.
We would learn to love braver.
We would learn—
that the body was never the sin,
only the silence
we wrapped it in.