Naked

Ivy Gathu
Nude Positive
Published in
3 min readJul 2, 2021

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‘This is a safe space to undress’

( Picture by CeekayMoney)

It took me a while to be comfortable in my nakedness.

The ‘rawest’ part of me. No comfortability or respectability came with my nakedness — even from myself.

I shied away from all naked bodies including the ones that looked like mine. I could not understand how people just walked around bearing it all. I barely exposed myself to me.

From the shower and into my clothes was the norm.

My coming of age allowed me to be comfortable in my body and I created a new routine — shower, admire then dress up. The shame that I associated with my nakedness was gone — so I thought.

My journey of life made me discover another layer of nakedness.

One so raw I could not face it in the mirror.

One so raw I had to mask it.

One so raw I had over dressed it.

I did not realize that when I got comfortable being naked, it was only the parts I saw on the surface.

Until one day my mirror shattered….and through the broken glass shards on the floor, I saw reflections of myself that I had never seen.

Reflections of a deeper nakedness — so deep in my subconscious it felt like I was staring into a naked body that was not my own.

‘Why I had never seen this in my reflection before?’

Shame?

Fear?

You see, my mirror had a glitch- it only reflected the parts of me that I wanted to see — all good. Like the mirror in Snow White that always told the witch she was the fairest of them all.

In my mirror…

I was always the fairest.

I was flawless.

I was perfect.

In reality though — I wasn’t.

To see my rawest form, I needed a new mirror.

A mirror that…

Made me feel safe.

Allowed me to be vulnerable and unashamed.

Held me accountable.

I found the new mirror — un-glitched.

As I was setting up the new mirror I looked at myself — and the mirror sparkled.

A sparkle so inviting and warm, I could hear it softly chant,

‘Ivy, this is a safe place to undress.’

‘Ivy, this is a safe place to undress.’

‘Ivy, this is a safe place to undress.’

The chant caught me off guard…and I stumbled.

‘What in the sorcery was this mirror?’

I slowly regained my balance and looked into my sparkling mirror again. The chanting continued….

‘Ivy, this is a safe place to undress.’

‘Ivy, this is a safe place to undress.’

‘Ivy, this is a safe place to undress.’

…..And for the first time, I let my guard down.

At that moment, I felt something I had never felt with my other mirror. I felt…

Seen

Safe

and Vulnerable.

I slowly started undressing, removing each layer as I scrutinized what it symbolized in my life. Each layer I removed had more layers. Some layers did not belong to me — yet here I was hiding my nakedness with them.

‘How was I doing life with what felt like a lifetime of layers on me?’

‘How could I have not seen all these layers for this long?’

Finally, my last layer of clothing was off, and in front of me stood the rawest form of me — all my fear, shame, and glory staring back at me from my new mirror.

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Ivy Gathu
Nude Positive

Words inspired by my feelings on life, gender, sexual reproductive rights, mental health, youth 🤓