I'm Not Special (And That's OK)

April 3, 2015 3:44 PM

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"OK, undress," she says in her thick accent, nodding with a smile to the bench where I should set my clothes. I am in Bali and about to have my first Balinese massage. I was expecting her to leave the room while I readied myself under the sheet on the massage table and I'm frozen for a second, suddenly completely aware of my body in all of its American excess and the thought of undressing in front of her makes me feel panicky and self-conscious. I'm oh-so-close to saying, "Actually, never mind," while pulling my long workout tank over my thighs.

But I push past that thought, quickly undress and hop up on the massage table, because I really, really, really want my Balinese massage.

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