... just how I feel comfortable. I can’t figure out how you can go around wearing clothes. Clinging, itchy and uncomfortable, making you too hot and sweaty when you don’t want them too.”
Meg nodded, but really she couldn’t imagine what he was trying to get at. How could he feel happy just walking around and showing off his entire body to everyone? Every little blemish and flaw on show for the world to see.
“I just don’t…” Jeff interrupted before she could finish.
“I guess you gotta try it before you can really understand.” Jeff suggested in what was obviously a fake casual tone.
Meg froze and stared at him, was he really suggesting what she thought he was suggesting. She folded her arms and bit her lip, looking upset and nervous.
“I couldn’t. I couldn’t show myself off like that.”
“It’s not about the way you look, it’s about being comfortable with who you are and the way you look. If your not comfortable with yourself, how can others be?”
Meg looked to the floor in silence for a couple of seconds, he was right and she knew it. Meg’s hands fiddled with the edge of her shirt, she didn’t know what to do or say. She glanced one more time at Jeff and looked at him, he didn’t care about his nakedness he was comfortable with who he was and the way he looked.
Meg didn’t hesitate any more she grabbed her top and ...