The Glories of Nudity
For the last few years I’ve been indulging in nudist behavior. With my kids. In public. And it’s been wonderful. It began four years ago, when my 6-year-old daughter and I were invited to an unusual birthday party at a castle-like Korean spa. Our hostess gave me a heads-up that the first portion of the day would require some nudity, so I wasn’t entirely surprised when, after we checked in, we were directed to an enormous room with separate lockers for our shoes and clothes. It was challenging to disrobe without feeling utterly exposed, but I didn’t want to show my daughter I was fazed by it, so I stripped off and closed the locker door on my clothes. Our children make us so much braver.
Yet as I’ve returned to this spa, and as my daughters grow ever-closer to puberty, my enjoyment of the naked room is less about the frisson of public nudity, and more about the experience I’m providing for them. Perhaps I’m naïve, but I’m stunned — really, genuinely stunned — by the vast variety of women’s bodies I see there. There are women of all, and I really do mean all, sizes and shapes. The sheer range of shapes we come in is literally marvelous. I’m also surprised how much is revealed when clothes are stripped away: it’s far more intimate than the beach, where even tiny swimsuits disguise and guide the flesh in various aesthetic directions. Also, the requirement that we all be naked removes much of the judgment that accompanies beachside people-watching.
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