Naked and Bold

How To Step Into Your True Inner (and Outer) Power When You’re Butt Naked

De: Kristin Williams

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

Look, I didn’t wake up one morning and decide, “You know what would make me feel really in control of my life? Taking off my bra in front of strangers.” That would be weird. Even for me. And I once tried to make banana bread in the nude and accidentally sat on a hot oven mitt, so my threshold for “weird” is alarmingly high.

But here we are.

I’m Kristin. I’m a loud, semi-responsible, mid-to-late-thirties lady who has gone through more phases than Susan has gone through boyfriends she met at Whole Foods. I’ve been a try-hard corporate chick with power blazers and stress-induced hives. I’ve been a yoga retreat dropout (it was in Sedona, there was goat chanting, I don’t want to talk about it). And now? Now I’m a nudist. Kind of by accident. Definitely on purpose.

And yes, my friends think I’ve lost my damn mind.

But also—every single one of them has ended up naked at my house at some point, usually after wine and a very convincing argument that involved phrases like “free the labia” and “who needs clothes when you have inner peace and central heating?”

I wrote this book because getting naked taught me more about power than any vision board, self-help guru, or HR-mandated leadership training ever could. There is something radically clarifying about being completely unclothed in front of other humans and still saying, “Yep, I belong here.” Especially when someone like Tanya is nearby, doing squats and loudly declaring her butt “a national treasure.”

You don’t have to become a nudist to get something out of this book. I mean, I recommend it. Highly. It’s great for your confidence, your skin, and honestly, laundry day is a breeze. But this isn’t about nudity for nudity’s sake. It’s about what happens when you strip off all the crap you’ve been told about how you’re supposed to be. It’s about owning your body, your voice, your weird uneven boobs (just me?), and your space in the world—clothed or not.

I’m going to give you stories, tips, tricks, and the occasional cautionary tale (like that time Georgina’s husband Jackson tried to make a “nude-friendly” charcuterie board and accidentally included wasabi). I’ll share the stuff I wish someone had told me before I walked into my first clothing-optional yoga class and immediately farted in Downward Dog. I’ll talk about real power—not the kind that makes you rich or famous or insufferable at parties—but the kind that lets you walk through the world fully yourself, nipples and all.

So if you’re ready to feel powerful, a little uncomfortable, a lot free, and maybe slightly concerned about what’s on your couch cushions, let’s get into it.

Take off your pants. Let’s begin.