I think that many of us,
Would rather take our clothes off,
Than tell you about that time,
That we never like to talk about.

But we like to talk about being naked,
As though that’s vulnerability at its core,
But if that’s being vulnerable,
I don’t know what things like secrets are.

Because I can peel back the clothes that dress me,
Faster than I can tell you about parts of my childhood,
And you can probably take your pants off a lot quicker,
Than telling me about the time somebody hurt you.

And maybe that says something about our culture,
Or maybe something about the way we treat our bodies,
Perhaps we have traded the vulnerability of our nakedness,
For something we have come to fear a little bit more.