My family and my very close friends well know my decades-long relationship to clothes—I am not a comfortable carrier of textiles. The moment my feet enter my door, the clothes disappear. I am comfortable in my skin, wrinkles, imperfections and all.
I did not grow up in a naked house. When I was a kid, doors were closed while we showered and sandwiches were made while we were wearing pants. The body was not frowned upon; it was simply private.
An easy going and peaceful nudist beach. Hot sand, hot sun, refreshing water. Very quiet even when
I have a 4-year-old who loves to be naked. Over the past month or so, she has started to keep clothes on more during the day, but she still prefers to sleep in the buff. My parents, who live three hours away and have started to stay with us one weekend every month, are clearly freaked out by this.
Everyone wants to be comfortable in their own skin. After that, you can find ways to free yourself while still maintaining your privacy. Once you feel more comfortable, creep down the hall to the bathroom during the night in the nude.
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