Let’s get one thing clear right out the gate: just because I’m standing here with my boobs flapping in the breeze like two proud, liberated breakfast pancakes does not mean I’m not running the damn show.

That’s right. These jugs are out, these cheeks are exposed, and my leadership style is stronger than your Wi-Fi signal at a Starbucks. You might be thinking, “Wait—can you really lead, manage, inspire, and dominate while stark naked?” To which I say: bitch, watch me.

This book isn’t about nudity for nudity’s sake. It’s about ownership. Confidence. Command. Boobs and brilliance in the same damn sentence. Because somewhere along the way, society decided that if a woman has skin showing, she must’ve left her intelligence behind with her bra. And I am here, unclothed and unbothered, to call B.S. on that nonsense.

You think my boobs being out makes me less capable? Honey, I’ve built PowerPoint decks while topless, negotiated contracts in nothing but a towel, and run team meetings with my pubes freshly waxed and my Slack notifications dinging like I’m in the middle of an IPO. I’ve inspired, fired, hired, promoted, pivoted, scaled, and slayed—all while occasionally having one nip stubbornly pointed east and the other pointing toward Q3 revenue goals.

This isn’t just a naked tell-all. It’s a naked take-over.

Because you can be vulnerable and still be a boss. You can be exposed and still be in control. You can flash a little underboob and still lead a six-figure launch, a marketing campaign, a full-blown business revolution—or a three-hour team retreat where someone definitely cried during yoga.

This is for the women who are done hiding. The ones who are sick of Spanx, sick of being told they’re “too much,” “too loud,” “too aggressive,” or “too jiggly for leadership.” This is for the ones with stretch marks and spreadsheets. For the babes with body rolls and balance sheets. For every powerful woman who’s ever been underestimated just because her boobs said hello before her résumé did.

I’m Kristin. I’m topless. I’m in charge.

And by the end of this book, you’ll be ready to lead with your own naked truth—whether you’re actually nude, emotionally exposed, or just ready to fire a mediocre Chad who thinks “collaboration” means talking over you in every meeting.

So let your boobs out, baby. We’ve got empires to build.