Are Australians less comfortable naked than the rest of the world?

 

Are Australians less comfortable naked than the rest of the world?

 

Nothing happened. There wasn’t a clap of shame-thunder, the water didn’t reel back in horror and then rush to cover me up. No one pointed, no one looked meaningfully at my ‘problem areas’, no one made any comments about bikini bodies or being bikini ready. Actually, no one even glanced my way. The old nude French man was far too busy loving life with his old nude wife, the merrily naked gay couple behind me were trying to find stones big enough to weigh down their towels and those who strolled by on occasion simply kept strolling by. My nude body was absolutely, unequivocally no big deal. It was a body.

 

 

 

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