"These clothes don't fit my personality," he said, first removing his shirt, then his pants and undergarments. "Besides, sweatshops are an atrocity. I may as well be wearing the pelts of small children."
He took a few steps, then took off his shoes. "I want to feel the Earth under my feet. Leather and plastic are hell for the environment, anyway."
He walked until he saw a pond. His reflection disappointed him.
"My body is not my own," he said, shrugging off his skin.
All bone and muscle, he wandered through the woods.
Leaves and small sticks attached themselves to his feet and soon he was wearing a pair of the most eco-friendly sandals, one-hundred-percent foraged.