What's up with the "nakedness"?

Can I just say that skinny dipping in the warm pond at the oceans edge last night was surreal? The light of the full moon turned what is a daylight spectacle of color into infinite shades of gray. Floating on my back bathed in the warmth of volcanically heated spring water infused with the cool, salty ocean, the Milky Way was so clear I reached up to embrace a star. The moon rising behind swaying palms that were dancing to the rhythm of the waves crashing against the black lava rock shore, left me gasping in awe.

Then this afternoon on a whim I danced naked in the rain in the jungle!! Spinning around arms up, head to the sky, trying to catch every raindrop with some part of my naked body caused giggles of pure delight to escape from my mouth at the sheer fun of it. The 4 year old inside me was satisfied and exhausted. I wrapped up in a cozy blanket for a nap in my hammock chair while the continuous drizzle sang me a lullaby.

I know,I know, what's up with the nakedness? To which I respond..."What's up with hiding our gorgeous, unique bodies behind clothing when it's not necessary for warmth?" Better question...what's up with hiding our beautiful hearts behind unnecessary fear...the ambient fear of what someone else might think?