I imagine that at some point today you looked in the mirror and decided that you liked what you saw. I want to be happy for you - I do because true and complete comfort in your own skin is not so easily accomplished for everyone.
When I glanced your display of confidence tonight, I wondered many things. I wondered who loves you or if you are lonely, and if you are happy alone. I wondered if you are well or slightly unwell and if you might need a bit of looking after. I wondered if you were simply a believer in that special measure of "personal freedom".
Since I know nothing of you, but your form, I will say this to you as though none or maybe all of the things that I wondered are true. This is not Greenwich Village, and we do not live in an episode of Friends. When you are alone in your home, waltzing around in your birthday suit is perfectly acceptable. However, to waltz around in that way becomes unacceptable when your window is open for the world to see you.
I came out to walk my dog and let him attend to his business - that was all I wanted. Alas, I chanced to see your business. I did not want to see your business at all. Please find some compassion for my eyes, and a pair of trousers as well.
Your Concerned Neighbor,
Moriah
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