9.20.21 // I'm happiest in my skin

I'm happiest in my skin when...
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I'm happiest in my skin when there are beads of sweat trickling down my back and neck, curling the baby hairs around my head like a halo.
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I'm happiest in my skin when the sun is kissing my cheeks as I dart through the trees, the light-catching me in small moments like a sweet game of peekaboo with each delicate kiss that shines through landing softly on my exposed skin.
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I'm happiest in my skin when my feet are on soft ground, trails that take me up and paths that push me further, sometimes in trail running shoes but often just barefoot with my toes tickled in the breeze.
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I'm happiest in my skin when my hair is wild, let loose to show up as she wants, which can vary drastically from one day to another, pulled back or let loose, I'm happiest when my hair is natural and wild and untamed by a brush or self-conscious worry.
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I'm happiest in my skin when I can feel your skin on mine. The way our hands platonically hold, or the way you brush my arm, hug me, hold me, fuel me. They say babies need skin-to-skin contact, but when did we grow out of that? I'm happiest in my skin when I can feel you, breathe you, exist with you.
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If I'm honest I'm happiest in my skin, when I remember how much I love this body I get to call home. To experience the sweat, the soft ground, the wild hair, and the sweet embraces from friends or lovers.