Just to clear things up: I didn't go to class COMEPLETELY naked.
I'm 18 years old and my size usually ranges between a 4 and a 6. Though, I've never once felt completely confident in my own skin. I've grown up constantly wishing I was just a few inches taller and at least twenty pounds thinner. I've longed for the day my my thighs would stop touching and for the calories to burn off. As a musical theatre major, along with my academic classes I take dance every morning so that means body hugging leotards and tight, skin bearing outfits *cringes*, though I normally show up in leggings and a t-shirt, or anything that doesn't completely put my figure on display.
I've always been an avid supporter of body positivity, even though I've never actually been able to be fully confident in myself. So one day, I pitched the idea to my fellow daily dancers that instead of wearing our normal workout clothes, we dress as scantily clad as we felt comfortable, and surprisingly, they all agreed. It would be our own body positivity week. We would conquer insecurities together, one dance class at a time. The next morning half the class arrived in sports bras and booty shorts, bearing their thighs and stomachs.
I didn't realize how difficult the first day would be for me. I walked in to class with the mindset that I looked good, and that should make me feel good, but boy, was I so wrong. As class went on I started to feel less and less confident in who I was and how my body looked. I remember feeling so self-conscious about the stretch marks covering my thighs and the jiggle of my stomach. I spent a majority of the class looking at myself instead of class, and to be honest, I didn't want to finish the week. But I had to pull through and complete the rest of the week because I owed it to myself.
I came into class the next day a little more confident that I could get through class.
Our fun "naked week" turned into a fun spirit week where we dressed in eighties garb, as Disney characters, and superheroes. We could all wear whatever we wanted as long as we felt completely comfortable. No one was there to judge, but to take part in the fun.
As the week went on, I noticed that I looked less at how I looked in the mirror, but focused on my dancing and technique. I looked fierce so my whole demeanor changed. I actually felt a confident in myself and so did my fellow daily dancers.
I felt as motivated as Lea Michele after a SoulCycle session.
Literally, the same.
Now I'm not saying a "naked week" will erase every bad feeling you've ever felt and make you completely confident, because I was completely petrified, but what I am saying is that you should get out there and feel fierce because you are truly beautiful, even when you can't always see it. There is never a time where anyone is completely confident in themselves and thats perfectly fine, but what we always need to remember is with every pound and stretch mark, there is more to love.