The Metaphor/ Simile of Being Clothes Free

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It wasn’t until I publicly came out as clothes free that I realized that clothes are like band aids. They cover up wounds and scars and secrets that you don’t want anyone to know or see. When I took off each piece of clothing for the camera to capture the essence of my true beauty, everything that I had suppressed came rushing to the surface like a tsunami.

It wasn’t until I made that conscious decision that I wanted to live clothes free, that everything I had been bottling up came spewing out like a carbonated drink that had been shaken up before opening.

Clothes are like a shield, they hide everything that a person does not want the world to see. They hide the bruises and scars, not physical ones, that have been multiplying over the years. It’s like that movie with the boy who lives in the bubble, it keeps  anyone from getting close or coming in. Many people take pride in what they wear because they want to have this facade about them that nothing bad has ever happened to them and that they aren’t going through something. Clothes for most people is a way to show that they are living this perfect life and nothing affects them. What’s funny is most people don’t even know that that is what they are doing.

When you take off all of yours clothes and you stand in front of the mirror, what you see is who you really are, the you that no one else gets to see because you are hiding behind this fabric that was made by the blood and sweat of someone else.

So many years of hurt and pain came to me and I realized it was time to deal with those suppressed feelings and that trauma. It isn’t until you take off the mask of clothes that you realize what has been holding you back from certain things. You in the raw is the only way to come to terms with whatever it is that you are dealing with.

When I began clothes free yoga, I didn’t do it with the intention of figuring out what was behind my anger, bitterness and resentment. It was because I didn’t feel like I was connecting to each pose like I felt I should. Little did I know the change it was about to bring to my life.

In order for us to heal, we have got to stop hiding behind our clothes, houses, cars and every other material possession, strip down and let the past come to us, consume us and deal with it.

As I sat still in the raw, I let every thing that has ever happened to me, every experience, good or bad, come to me, let all of those feelings flow through me and I was able to get to the root of why I am the way I am. I won’t go into detail, may save that for a book, but now I know where everything stems from. How do I change it? I have no earthly idea, but I do know that I can’t let that part of my life hold me back from a beautiful future.

xoxo,

Simply Moniqua

 

11 thoughts on “The Metaphor/ Simile of Being Clothes Free

  1. hontouniheart says:

    This resonates so much with me, everything I’ve been experiencing since day 1 of my journey. Even this week, I have literally said to myself, “Get real,” and at that line, stripped down and just sat in my nakedness. Like, just sat there. And then cried.

    Thank you so much for this writing and sharing this. I’m excited for you. ❤

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    • Moniqua says:

      No problem! I figured I wasn’t the only one who thought this. I have been doing this and meditating and reading that book on yoga for trauma and crying and it’s so healing. One tactic in the book is to write compassion letters to yourself and j wrote one today (won’t publish it because it gets deep and personal) and I’m starting to feel better.

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      • hontouniheart says:

        I love it when books have exercises. Just now I was reading one about recalling a time when I was in a life threatening situation with no way out (and they provided examples of what that might be like…) and I realized that one line I’ve been having to repeat to myself for the past week or so is, “It’s OK. You can always find a way out.” I didn’t realize how important it is for me to feel that way, to feel like I can get out. I didn’t realize that much of my life has been ruled by a feeling of “This is it. No more opportunities. No more options. Now or never (I freaking hate it when people say that they do that a lot)” but that has controlled a lot of my life and so a lot of what I say now even in the most mundane situations (walking on the other side of the street when I can’t see the whole path or whether the sidewalk continues or whether it gets cut off at some point) is “there is always a way. You can find your way out.”

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      • Moniqua says:

        I needed to read that at this exact moment because I feel that there’s no way out. I’m glad to have met you via social media because we have so much in common. I am loving the exercises and will spend about and hour to an hour and a half tonight on one. Thank you for the book recommendation even though I got a different one lol! We can get through this. We will be okay!

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