Miracles do happen, mama got naked and no one fainted, ran-away, passed-out or best of all even looked. I was naked for a total of eight hours and survived.
It all started about a month ago when my "baby daddy" gave his mother a day at the spa for her 60th birthday gift, also including in the gift package that she could take along a friend. Maybe out of politeness or maybe just plain torture (she is my mother-in-law so you never know), I was asked to go along for the relaxing day at the spa. And not just any spa, but the Naked Spa! The spa where bathing suits are forbidden, not allowed, prohibited...flesh only. And that was what freaked me out the most... because at the time this mama had a lot of flesh!
So the day finally came and I was in the "un-dressing" room getting ready to take one of the bravest steps in my life when I realized I had a saving grace...my C-section scar. If I felt intimidated by these European skinny beanpoles, I would just lift up my belly "roll" and flash my battle scar. Then hopefully they would think to themselves, "Oh she just had a baby...well then she looks great to have just had a baby."
But the moment of truth came when I had to ditch the robe at our first stop, the wet sauna. I hung the robe up faster than the speed of light and sprinted to the sauna like a hunted deer. Once safely inside the steamy refuge, I was able to let out a deep sigh of relief. I made it...I am naked in a spa...
With each new bath, sauna and whirlpool it became easier and easier to bear it all and by the time we went to the outdoor baths, I was ripping off my towel like a super model on a photo shoot.
Looking back, eight hours in my birthday suit made me realize I had nothing to be ashamed of. I had a beautiful body, with lumps, humps and scars...I was a real woman who has lived life with no regrets. I was a mother at the spa enjoying a well deserved day of rest and relaxation...I was just a mother naked at the spa and I liked it!