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I read the books. I followed the body-positive influencers. I repeated the affirmations: "Your body is the least interesting thing about you."

I thought, "Oh, right. That's me."

This is the gift of "social nudity." It decouples nudity from sexuality and vulnerability. It turns the body from an object to be looked at into a subject that feels. If you are struggling with body image, I am not telling you to throw away your closet tomorrow. But I am suggesting that naturism offers a practical, radical form of exposure therapy that body positivity books cannot.

The breakthrough didn't happen in a therapist’s office or during a meditation retreat. It happened when I took my clothes off in front of a stranger. PureNudism HolyNature Collection Pictures Set4

Have you ever considered social nudity as a tool for body acceptance? I’d love to hear your fears or questions in the comments below. Let’s talk.

But here is the honest truth: It is very hard to truly love your cellulite while squeezing into a pair of skinny jeans that are cutting off your circulation. It is difficult to accept your soft belly when you spend 20 minutes every morning tucking it into high-waisted control-top leggings.

Instead, I saw real life.

When you are at home, turn your back to the mirror. Feel your skin breathe. For ten minutes, refuse to look at your reflection. Just be.

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.

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In the naturist world, that muscle atrophies. Because you quickly realize: No one is looking at you. They are too busy enjoying the warmth of the sun on their own skin. They are too focused on the feeling of the wind or the cool water.

And that is terrifying—until it isn't.

The first time I visited a landed naturist club, I almost turned the car around three times. I was convinced I was too pale, too lumpy, too scarred. I walked toward the pool area holding a towel like a security blanket, expecting to see a sea of Greek statues. That's me