Reflecting on this now I realize how therapeutic this was. I was a skinny, shy, self-conscious kid who grew up in a Catholic household that unequivocally linked nudity to sex and shame. As a result, I grew up with some pretty crippling body image issues. I couldn’t even bring myself to wear shorts and t-shirts in public. Even during the hottest days of summer I’d be bundled up in jeans and long-sleeved shirts, constantly flirting with the threat of heat prostration.
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