Naked...Yuck.

My husband thinks I don't have cellulite.  Seriously.  The reason he adheres to this fallacy is because he has never actually seen me naked.  He thinks he has, he would swear he has and, in fact, he would state that I have a smokin' hot bod.  We live together, sleep together, swim together.  I don't hide, wear caftans, or any sort of body make-up.  Heck, I don't even wear spanx, they make me feel fat like a sausage.  I'm a whisper of smoke and it comes as easy to me as taking a breath.  You see, I hate nudity. ...more

I echo Erica's statement of her appreciation for your transparency and sharing. I'm of the ...more