Most people celebrate their birthday with cake, candles, presents, and a carefully chosen outfit. Me? I prefer to celebrate in my birthday suit. After all, it's the one outfit that's technically appropriate for the occasion, and I see no reason to complicate things with unnecessary fabric.

Welcome to my naked birthday celebrations, where the candles get lit, the years keep adding up, and the clothes remain conspicuously absent. These photos capture me celebrating another trip around the sun exactly how I like to celebrate: naked, comfortable in my own skin, and perfectly happy to let the camera join the party. Growing older is inevitable. Getting dressed for the occasion is apparently optional in my world.

July 11 is the day I arrived, and I've spent the years since becoming increasingly comfortable being seen for exactly who I am. So why hide behind a birthday outfit when the birthday suit has served me so well? Consider this my annual reminder that getting older doesn't mean getting shy, and that there's absolutely nothing wrong with celebrating yourself, your body, and the life you've lived.

Another year older. Another birthday suit. Zero fucking interest in getting dressed for the occasion.