Naked hour

Naked hour

NAKED HOUR

NAKED HOUR

Fair warning: This post mentions cancer.

I am happily breastless, but the circumstances were not happy.

I had been diagnosed with breast cancer, and managed to argue in favour of a double mastectomy. There were many reasons for that, and while I guessed that I might enjoy being breastless, I never expected the deep happiness and some kind of relief I still feel, more than two years later.

So much for the background story. Time for the NAKED HOUR.

After the operation, I had to wear a compression vest, and I was told to take it off for one hour a day so that my skin could get some fresh air. That was the beginning of the NAKED HOUR.

For weeks, I would relieve myself of the vest in the afternoon, examine the long scar, fully undress, dance to let all of my body enjoy the airing, take a shower and then moisture my skin with care.

It’s such a simple thing: quality time with the body. And with it comes a greater appreciation and connection to myself and to the fact that I’m not just mind but also body.

I seems to me that connection is something active, something that needs frequent attention. A NAKED HOUR is a perfect way for that.