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The painter's work Nestor Martin-Fernandez de la Torre
Nudity.
Just saying the word awakens a whole world of fantasies, fears, embarrassment and judgement.
In our society, it disturbs as much as it attracts.
We hide it, we desire it, we fetishise it, we associate it with sex, scandal and shamelessness.
But little is said about its healing power.
Its sacred dimension.
And yet...
How many men and women still make love without ever really seeing the other person?
The shutters are closed.
The underwear stays.
The lights are out.
Because looking - really - nudity means confronting much more than the body: is about confronting your self-image.
All too often, this image is distorted by aesthetic injunctions, fear of rejection, trauma and inherited beliefs.
For centuries, nudity has been demonised, especially female nudity.
To be naked was to be a temptress, a sinner, a threat.
The naked body was associated with danger, sin and guilt.
Even today, in so-called “liberated” societies, this fear remains lurking.
It slips into the way we look at our own stomachs, breasts and buttocks.
It nestles in the mirror, in the marital bed, in the photo shoots we refuse to do.
It is there, subtle, creeping, and deprives us of what it should reveal: the freedom to be yourself, without a mask.
In my practice tantric massage, Nudity is not a posture.
It is a sacred threshold.
It's not eroticised nudity designed to arouse desire in the other person.
It's a nakedness of the soul.
A moment of truth.
A moment when clothes fall off, but above all when roles, expectations and strategies fall with them.
To be naked is to be in the present, without guile or artifice.
And sometimes it's not the nudity that's scary.
This is what it reveals: an irrepressible quest for perfection.
We live in an age obsessed with perfection.
But what happens when you think you have to achieve an ideal in order to have the right to be naked?
We're putting off showing ourselves.
We delay the moment of love.
We delay the moment of living.
And yet, the way we look at ourselves is always filtered:
So what is a “perfect” body if not a moving illusion?
Perhaps the real healing begins the day we accept that we are naked without being perfect.
The day we say to ourselves:
And yet, a paradox remains.
I walk naked every day as part of my ritual, and yet seeing all those naked bodies in Cap d'Agde disturbs me.
Why is this?
Because nudity exposed without conscience seems to me to lose its power.
It becomes an object, a setting, a banality.
In my perception, nudity is precious.
It is a veil that is lifted.
A secret revealed.
A bond that we forge, slowly, in presence, in awareness.
It's not being naked that's sacred.
It's the intention with which you undress.
In Tantra, nudity is not an objective.
It's a state of being.
It means daring to be there, just as you are.
It means offering yourself, without mask, without performance.
You can be clothed and yet walk naked at heart.
On the other hand, you can be totally naked and yet hidden behind fears and evasions.
There's an inner nakedness that you can't see but you can feel.
And this is what I try to awaken in the people I accompany.
This nudity that says:
“I'm here. I'm me. And that's enough.”
Reconciling with your nudity is not about showing off.
It's not shocking. It's not even seductive.
It's about remembering that you're alive, that you're vibrant, and that you don't have to prove anything to exist.
It means turning your body into a sanctuary.
It means making nudity an offering.
And what if this was, in fact, the most profound form of healing?
«Those who wash in the sea from Love no longer needs clothes».»
Yunus Emre (Turkish Sufi poet)
With a bare heart,
Hajira
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