Hey. You.

Yes. You. Do you like being nude? Do you like being among other nude people? Yes? If so, do you know how wealthy you are?
Really. I’m not kidding. I’m convinced that people like you and I are among the emotionally wealthiest folks around. The most mentally mature too in ways. Because we know people. Real people.

Nude people. Surprising? Hardly, I’d say. Nudists and naturists have overcome the ‘problems’ that so many people in this world have with skin, with a proper body. We know how real people look. We don’t need Photoshop to look our unattainable best either. All we need to do it take off our clothes and there we are. Our naked best.
The more time I spend in the nude, either alone or with others, the more I am surprised how being this way can ever be a problem. Of course, we all know it is because of the big brainwash that is advertisement, crazy body ideals that will never be possible, and the general fear of nudity as proclaimed by many forms of religion and other groups.
I know there are (religious) groups that aren’t scared of the naked body. That’s a good thing. I don’t dabble in religion but if ever I’d have to, I’d pick one where being naked would be the accepted norm, not something to be frowned upon.

But no matter what your preference is, religion-wise, the fact that you are reading this (and hopefully agreeing), tells me you’re a rich person. Rich in awareness that all bodies are good bodies. Perfect bodies, having become so after accepting what life threw at them. Not picture-perfect (as in Photoshop and so on) but, indeed, body-perfect.
The wealth of not being scared of nudity is something money can’t buy. It’s something experience and personal growth brings. Sometimes also upbringing, if you are/were fortunate enough to have open-minded, nudity embracing parents.
For that, I congratulate you, wealthy fellow human being.

 
					 Most of you will know that I don’t do well with taboos. For me, someone who’s nude by choice is a far more relaxed person than someone who worries about taking their clothes off when he or she is alone in the bathroom. As soon as you’re comfortable with your outer nudity, I feel there is nothing left to fear. There is no inner nakedness anymore, which is something I’ll address in the next paragraph. Outer nudity is the acceptance of your body, your awareness that not everyone is as pretty as the media these days ‘prescribe’ you should be. People who share their outer nudity are easier going, or so is my experience. That of course doesn’t mean that nudists or naturists are 100% carefree. Even when you dump your clothes there can be dentist bills, mortgages and other modern-life problems piling up. Outer nudity just deals with one of the major hang-ups that is coming back more and more. The prudification of modern people when you compare life to the sixties and early seventies.
Most of you will know that I don’t do well with taboos. For me, someone who’s nude by choice is a far more relaxed person than someone who worries about taking their clothes off when he or she is alone in the bathroom. As soon as you’re comfortable with your outer nudity, I feel there is nothing left to fear. There is no inner nakedness anymore, which is something I’ll address in the next paragraph. Outer nudity is the acceptance of your body, your awareness that not everyone is as pretty as the media these days ‘prescribe’ you should be. People who share their outer nudity are easier going, or so is my experience. That of course doesn’t mean that nudists or naturists are 100% carefree. Even when you dump your clothes there can be dentist bills, mortgages and other modern-life problems piling up. Outer nudity just deals with one of the major hang-ups that is coming back more and more. The prudification of modern people when you compare life to the sixties and early seventies. Odd as it may seem, people who constantly hide inside their clothes are the true naked people. (For my reasoning between the difference between nude and naked, please read this
Odd as it may seem, people who constantly hide inside their clothes are the true naked people. (For my reasoning between the difference between nude and naked, please read this  Here is a question for you: do you think there is, or could be, a relation between physical freedom (outer nudity) and the freedom to find a deepened general happiness (which is a happiness that has nothing to do with nudism/naturism)?
Here is a question for you: do you think there is, or could be, a relation between physical freedom (outer nudity) and the freedom to find a deepened general happiness (which is a happiness that has nothing to do with nudism/naturism)? Everyone is curious, almost hungry to see what’s under your clothes, even though it’s too obvious what’s there as there are only 2 genders in humankind and everyone has seen each of the models in the nude one time or another.
Everyone is curious, almost hungry to see what’s under your clothes, even though it’s too obvious what’s there as there are only 2 genders in humankind and everyone has seen each of the models in the nude one time or another. As soon as a member of this very same curious general public is given an unobstructed view of what’s actually there, there’s no relief to their curiosity. On the contrary: shock, horror, finger pointing and screaming will ensue (probably after enough people grabbed their phones to take pictures of the corpus delicti). Indecent exposure is the least of one’s problems, being accused of sexual harassment very probably, and with some luck the police force is called out to pick you up and throw you in the back of their car and finally into jail where you, being the pervert that you are, belong. (But we do have the pictures, those are fun to show around!)
As soon as a member of this very same curious general public is given an unobstructed view of what’s actually there, there’s no relief to their curiosity. On the contrary: shock, horror, finger pointing and screaming will ensue (probably after enough people grabbed their phones to take pictures of the corpus delicti). Indecent exposure is the least of one’s problems, being accused of sexual harassment very probably, and with some luck the police force is called out to pick you up and throw you in the back of their car and finally into jail where you, being the pervert that you are, belong. (But we do have the pictures, those are fun to show around!) This is much better.
 This is much better.



