Diana F+Sometimes it is good to be alone, in this strange universe bounded by four white walls and a bright plastic globe of a sun. Here I can undress, and let my body be soft. It is not beautiful, this droopy display of freedom, but it need only be true. At least in this place. The water picks the thoughts from my tangled head and runs them down a long journey to my feet, which are not troubled by them. The trail of them running over my front and down my back remind me that for these few minutes, I can stop apologizingto all the people trying to make sense of me without the rest of the story. I stop dodging verdicts like "crazy" or "neurotic". It seems that everything I do is an apology. Only this water can take me as I am, with my crevices and curves. It won't misunderstand a thing.I let it wash away all the words I've been donning to try to make everything okay. They aren't doing anything to make me okay. I towel off my disappointment that welcome is so hard to find in the world. I try to hold on to this feeling: disrobed, true, clean.