All I saw was a fat girl. Deep down inside, I wanted help, but I didn’t know how to get it or where to go.
Then, one day, I met a friend. She told me that she learned to accept her body through social nudism meet-ups. It took me a long time to go through with it, but one day I finally did.
Slowly, I began to learn that I needed to accept myself. One of the most effective ways for me to achieve this was through a social nudity!
I’m not, as the article say “Queer”, but I’ve been a nudist a long time and I sleep nude too.
So why the puritanical disgust at the sight of our own flesh? More specifically, why is stripping off today so much more of a problem than it was 10 years ago? Is it that we’re tumbling back into the Victorian era, or are we simply protecting our children from a harm we have only recently begun to take seriously? Are we just more conscious of sun damage? Is it our fear of camera phones? Or, given our sexually saturated media culture, is it just some forms of nudity that we don’t like – those forms that are wilful, self-possessed and uncommodified?