Nudists-.part1 — Paula------------------------------------------------------------------39-s Birthday -holy Nature

That was the strangest part. She had spent 39 years building an invisible suit of armor—made of Spanx, apologies, and the way she sucked in her stomach when a camera appeared. And in one second, under the dappled light of an oak tree, the armor just... dissolved.

Paula cried. Just a little. A single tear that rolled down her cheek, past her collarbone, and disappeared into the sacred, naked earth. That was the strangest part

There are two kinds of fortieth-birthday-eve crises. The first involves buying a red sports car you can’t afford. The second involves taking off everything you can afford—your clothes, your baggage, your ego—and standing barefoot in the moss. past her collarbone

No one was seeing anything now.

To be continued in Part 2…