That is the radical, terrifying, and ultimately beautiful secret of the naturist (nudist) lifestyle: The Performance of Fashion In the textile (clothed) world, body positivity often gets tangled up in a paradox. We are told to love our bodies as they are, but we are sold a wardrobe to "fix" them. Clothes are armor, but they are also a lie. They shape us, hide us, and create a silhouette that isn't really ours.
Naturism didn't teach me to love every roll and wrinkle. It taught me that those rolls and wrinkles aren't the point. The point is the breeze on your skin. The point is the laugh you share with a stranger in the hot tub. The point is that you get exactly one body to live in for this entire lifetime.
For most of my life, my relationship with my body felt like a cold war. I wasn't actively at war with myself, but there was a constant, low-level surveillance happening. Suck in the stomach. Don't raise your arms in that shirt. Turn sideways for the mirror.
It wasn't a euphoric, fireworks-in-the-sky moment of self-love. It was something quieter, and more durable:
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