It’s been two and a half years, and I feel ready to share my tale. We had just settled into our beautiful new home a few weeks prior. Everything was pristine, fresh from the builder, with that unmistakable scent of drywall and wet paint lingering in the air. The living room was still cluttered with boxes, and much of the furniture was yet to find its place. The windows were bare, lacking curtains, and the hard tile floors had no rugs to soften them.
Despite its newness, the house felt a bit stark and sterile. One day, as I was preparing to hop in the shower, I spotted my daughter’s discarded mermaid Barbie and some bath toys perched on the edge of the tub next to the sleek glass shower enclosure. It was the first sign of children’s presence in the home, and I thought to myself, “Now it’s starting to feel like home.” I snapped a picture of the mermaid and posted it to my public Instagram profile, adding a cute caption about how the house was finally feeling welcoming. I thought nothing more of it.
A couple of days later, I received a message from an old acquaintance, Jake, who I barely knew from high school. His sister and I had been friends, but Jake was a couple of years younger. His message read, “Looks like you might have a nakey ghost in your new house! Just thought you should know.” My heart raced at the implication of his words. Was there a ghost in my home? (Do I even believe in ghosts?) I imagined opening the Instagram post to find a creepy child haunting my shower.
With shaking hands, I opened the app to investigate. There was the colorful mermaid Barbie just as I remembered, arms akimbo and hair splayed out. But where was this ghost? I examined the image for a hint of a blur or a smudge on the shower glass.
And then I spotted it.
My reflection — the nakey ghost.
There I was, on my public Instagram, completely exposed in the glass of the shower enclosure. Yes, it was a translucent reflection, not a crystal-clear mirror image, but there was no mistaking it: My naked body, from just below my breasts down to a few inches above my crotch, was on display for all to see. I certainly hadn’t been keeping up with grooming during the hectic move; self-care had taken a back seat. I hadn’t even thought to suck in my stomach — not that it mattered at that moment.
I was the nakey ghost, and I quickly deleted the post, feeling a wave of mortification wash over me. The post had already garnered over 100 likes, making me wonder: How many people had actually seen my naked self and chose not to say anything? There’s no way Jake was the only one who noticed my bushy mishap amongst the colorful toys.
You know what? Never mind. I didn’t want to know. At that moment, I was so humiliated that I could only confide in my best friend, Sarah, knowing she would find humor in my misfortune and help ease my embarrassment. Now, two years later, I can laugh about it.
Since that fateful incident, I’ve developed a habit of checking for five critical things before I post a picture:
- Are there any reflective surfaces I need to worry about?
- Am I naked?
- Seriously, am I definitely not naked?
- What about the back? Am I accidentally exposed from that angle?
- Am I wearing clothes?
Even when I know I’m fully clothed, I still triple-check. It’s not just the thought of having a naked image out there; it’s the fact that it was a total accident. If I’m going to share my ungroomed bush, I’d prefer to choose when and how. This wasn’t art; it was a careless snapshot that got posted alongside a Barbie.
To anyone who followed my Instagram during that time and saw my naked torso without saying a word: you’re NOT a true friend. It’s like when someone has spinach in their teeth — just tell them! It’s basic human decency! For crying out loud, do better. Those of us who accidentally post naked pictures are counting on you.
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Summary:
The author recounts the embarrassing story of accidentally posting a nude reflection on Instagram while sharing a cute image of her daughter’s mermaid toy. After receiving a cryptic message from an acquaintance, she discovers her naked body was visible in the photo, leading to a wave of humiliation. She reflects on the lessons learned from this experience, including a new habit of double-checking her photos before posting.
Keyphrase: accidental nude Instagram post
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