Nudity. Nakedness. The ol’ bare birthday suit.
It’s good for a lot of things. Showering. Being born. Skinnydipping. Sitting on the couch on Sundays (unless the couch is leather, in which case put some pants on or prepare to stick for life).
Until recently I had been, much like my naked bod most of the time, kept in the dark. But now, as my flesh prepares to turn 28, I have finally been enlightened by wise, perceptive celebrities of another use, nay, the MOST IMPORTANT use, of the naked human form.
Proving a point, or proving one’s self. That’s all. Welcome to enlightenment.
That’s right, dear friends. Your bare boobs and shiny naked ass are not just for pointing at and giggling. They are a dramatic, inspired tool (no pun intended) that may be astutely flaunted to aid an agenda.