This body is not a statement

The quiet radicalism of existing in your skin without having to explain it.

There’s a particular kind of exhaustion that comes from being naked in a world that insists your nudity is always about something. A political statement, sex, religion, or something else entirely.

Maybe you’ve felt it. You post a photo without clothing on and suddenly the comments section is a philosophy seminar. You exist in a locker room, on a beach, i…