So if you're wondering why I stopped posting for weeks it's because as my life changes so does naturism.

I'm practically downscaling naturism to a hobby at this point in my life, and I may still work on Bare Island and other naturist-related projects, but I'm not sure. I just moved on.

I'm thankful for all the 2 years of fun and freedom I had with naturism, but I think I'll cover myself up a little bit more in the meantime. It doesn't mean I'm no longer a naturist!

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Dear My Ex… This Is My Final “I Love You” 🖤

Dear my ex… this is my final “I love you,” goodbye. 🖤 #Breakup #MovingOn #Love

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One day, you will search for me to say sorry. Believe me, that will be too late.

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One day my feelings will die, and I'll forget you.

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I Forgive You, But Also… Why?

Hey everyone, Tina here. Pull up a chair, grab a coffee (or something stronger, I don’t judge), and let’s talk about the emotional equivalent of a “check engine” light that just won’t go out: Resentment.

I saw this quote the other day that hit me like a bag of wet flour:

“Resentment is weird because yes, I want to forgive you wholeheartedly, but my mind is struggling to comprehend why did you do that to me.”

Oof. My soul felt that. It’s that exact, frustrating tug-of-war between the person you want to be (the Zen goddess of grace and moving on) and the person you actually are (the one sitting in the car, 20 minutes after arriving home, replaying a conversation from 2019).

The Myth of Cinematic Forgiveness

Forgiveness is marketed to us as this beautiful, sweeping cinematic moment. You say, “I forgive you,” a dove flies by, the sun breaks through the clouds, and suddenly your blood pressure drops.

But in reality? It feels more like a glitchy software update. My heart is over here saying, “Tina, let it go. Being angry is exhausting. We like peace. Peace is chic.” And I agree! I really do. I want to be the bigger person. I want to be so big I’m practically a giant.

But then my brain—the Petty Internal Investigator—pipes up with: “Okay, cool, cool… but seriously, WHY though?”

Why We Struggle with the “Why”

It’s the “Why” that gets us. We can forgive the action, but the logic? The logic is a Rubik’s cube with missing stickers. We drive ourselves into a literal frenzy trying to understand the motivation behind someone else’s choices.

Common Questions We Ask Ourselves:

• Did they not realize it would hurt?
• Did they realize and just not care?
• Is their brain made of actual ham?

We think that if we can just understand why they did it, the resentment will vanish. We become amateur FBI profilers. We look for childhood traumas, Mercury in retrograde, or perhaps a temporary lapse in basic human decency to explain why they said that thing or did that thing.

The Mental Toll of Overthinking Betrayal

The humor in it—if you can call it that—is how much rent-free space these people take up in our heads. I’ll be trying to enjoy a perfectly good taco, and suddenly my brain is like, “Remember when they did that? Let’s analyze their facial expressions from that day for the 400th time.” Thanks, brain. I was just trying to enjoy my carnitas, but sure, let’s do a deep dive into the psychology of betrayal instead.

The Annoying Truth About Closure

Here’s the annoying truth I’m learning: Sometimes, there is no “Why” that will satisfy you.

People do things for reasons that are messy, selfish, or just plain stupid. And if you wait for a logical explanation that makes sense to your kind, empathetic heart, you’re going to be waiting a long time. It’s like waiting for a cat to explain why it knocked a glass off the table. It just did. It’s a cat. It’s chaotic.

How to Protect Your Peace and Move Forward

The struggle mentioned in that quote is the gap between our values (forgiveness) and our ego (the need for justice or understanding). When I feel that “But WHY?” spiral starting, I try to do a few things:

1. Acknowledge the Weirdness

I tell myself, “It’s okay that you’re still confused. You’re a person who values logic and kindness, and this was neither.”

2. Stop Profiling

I am not a mind reader. If I haven’t figured out their motive after three months of overthinking, I’m probably not going to find it in the fourth month.

3. The “Ham” Theory

Sometimes, I just decide their brain was indeed made of ham that day. It’s not a satisfying answer, but it’s funny enough to break the tension.

Forgiveness and Confusion Can Coexist

If you’re sitting there today feeling like you’ve “failed” at forgiveness because you still have questions—you haven’t failed. You’re just human. You can hold forgiveness in one hand and “What the heck was that?” in the other. They can coexist.

Eventually, the “Why” matters less than your own peace of mind. It’s a slow process, and some days you’ll be better at it than others. And on the days you aren’t? Well, there’s always tacos.

Stay messy, stay human, and maybe stop trying to solve mysteries that don’t have clues.

Love, Tina

Letting Go Hurts, But It Heals
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Letting Go Hurts, But It Heals

Letting Go Is Not Weakness

Letting go is part of life. You do not choose it because it feels good. You choose it because holding on starts to cost you more than the loss itself. Most people fight it. You replay moments. You search for answers. You try to fix what is already gone. But the truth is simple. Not everything is meant to stay.

Letting go is not giving up. It is accepting reality and choosing yourself in the process.

The Night Everything Broke

I sat on the beach alone.
Wiped my tears in the salty air.
Opened my eyes to a clouded sky.
No golden sunset tonight.

That moment captures what heartbreak feels like. You expect warmth, closure, something beautiful to soften the fall. Instead, you get silence and weight.

The waves rolled in. The rain came down. Lightning struck. Thunder roared.

Pain does not arrive quietly. It hits fast. It fills your chest. It demands your attention. You stand there, trying to understand how everything changed so quickly.

I stood and stared into the sky.
Broken-hearted where I stood.

When You Feel Locked Out of Yourself

I walked along the empty shore.
Felt like my heart would not let me in.

This is the part no one talks about. You are not just losing someone else. You feel like you are losing access to yourself. Your thoughts become louder. Your emotions feel out of control. You question your worth, your decisions, your future.

My chest pounded. Thunder echoed.
Rain ran cold across my face.

Your body carries the weight too. Stress, exhaustion, restlessness. You feel everything at once.

And still, you keep moving.

The Long Walk Through It

I walked all night with my head held low.

Healing is not instant. It does not arrive the next morning with clarity and peace. It takes time. Sometimes longer than you expect. You go through phases. Denial. Anger. Sadness. Acceptance. And sometimes you circle back again.

Morning came. The daylight broke.
I watched long shadows pass me by.

Life keeps moving even when you feel stuck. People go to work. Coffee shops open. Conversations continue. You feel out of place, like you are standing still while everything else moves forward.

I was here, but I would not last.

That thought is important. Because it is not a statement of defeat. It is a quiet realization that this version of you will not stay forever.

The Shift

Coffee shops opened. The sun rose slowly.
I took a breath and finally knew.

This is where healing begins. Not with a big moment, but with a small shift. A breath. A thought. A decision.

Hearts can break and still heal.

That is the truth people forget. Pain feels permanent when you are in it. It is not.

Your heart is stronger than the moment that broke it.

It Was Time

It was time to let go.

Letting go does not mean you forget. It does not erase what happened. It means you stop carrying it in a way that hurts you. You keep the lesson. You release the weight. Healing takes time. It requires patience. Some days will feel like progress. Others will feel like setbacks. Both are part of the process.

But if you stay with it, if you allow yourself to feel and reflect, you will come out stronger. Clearer. More grounded in who you are.

Letting go is painful.

But it is also where you begin again.