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Found on www.xojane.com<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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Everything’s Better Naked: I’m Thinking Of Becoming A Nudist<\/h1>\n<\/div>\n
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Bikini shopping is soul destroying. LET’S ALL BECOME NATURISTS INSTEAD!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Bikinis are shit and they give you tan lines. The end.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

This weekend just gone, I found myself in a Topshop changing room, with a handful of bikinis littered around me. The harsh lighting highlighted\u00a0parts\u00a0of me I’d really rather forget about, the tiny cubicle serving to make me feel like a bit of a lummox.<\/p>\n

The swimsuit I’d opted for was a pineapple print two-piece, with a cupped, balconette style top with a tie-up halter neck. I’d gone for my usual top size, and after pulling it on I was most displeased to see that the cups hung off me, with my boobs collected at the bottom of them like two tiny flesh-colored puddles.<\/p>\n

It’s not news to me that I have small boobs. I know that I’ll have a hard time filling anything out these days. But looking at myself, I thought about how it had looked on a model I’d seen, her bounteous mounds spilling over the top. And for just a second, I didn’t like myself much.<\/p>\n

JUST FOR A SECOND, THOUGH. Because I then thought, “GET A GRIP. THESE ARE YOUR TITS. DEAL WITH IT.”<\/p>\n

Swimsuit angst rolls around every year, and every year I seem to have a new reason to look a bit crap in one. After losing nearly three stone, my bum is smaller but now flappy. I don’t care, I think I look all right — but then the bikini comes on and suddenly I notice that it doesn’t look quite like it did on the mannequin.<\/p>\n

The funny thing is, though, that I love my body. My body is my body, and I’ve always got on with it. I may have not liked my arms before, but they were strong arms that could hug people and lift up my cat. I might have not liked my bum for a bit, until my boyfriend loved it enough for both of us and I realized it must actually be quite decent. I\u00a0thought\u00a0I had “sausage fingers” once, but those fingers typed and help me communicate with people all over the interwebz.<\/p>\n

Even more than I like my body, I like being naked.<\/p>\n

Standing there in that changing room, I realized that I’ll never really like myself in a bikini, unless I get one custom made for me. There will probably always\u00a0be a gap where I can’t quite fill out a top, or the bottoms will ride right up my bumcheeks, meaning I have to fish them out every half hour. They get sand all in them. They’re annoying. Bikinis are a BALL ACHE.<\/p>\n

And so, the most sensible option is to of course become a nudist.<\/p>\n

There’s no finer feeling in life than running around a beach at midnight with no clothes on. Every\u00a0holiday\u00a0we go on, if possible, we always do a sneaky skinny dip. The place we go to in\u00a0Florida\u00a0is always really quiet, so we creep out late at night, leg it on to the beach and drop our towels.<\/p>\n

Running and running and running with the sand beneath our toes, the sweet breeze kissing our nether regions and laughing laughing laughing and skipping into the sea, giddy like children.<\/p>\n

We don’t care if we look good or bad, or too fat or too thin or flat chested or flappy-of-bum. We care about the freedom and the feeling that we are not restricted by anything.<\/p>\n

I don’t feel flat chested, because a bikini isn’t telling me that I am. I can’t feel my bottom eating up my bikini, prompting me to wonder whether I should\u00a0have\u00a0gone for a different size. No self-conscious\u00a0fiddling with material and wondering if it’s sitting right. I’m just me, the bare bones of me, and I like it.<\/p>\n

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This was taken during one of our late niight naked adventures. Yep, totally naked here.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

Of course, we only do this at night when we couldn’t possibly offend anyone with our bits out. What if we were to\u00a0actually\u00a0find a nudist beach and settle in for the day?\u00a0Would\u00a0it feel the same?<\/p>\n

According to social networking site truenudists.com, there are tons of nudists near where I live. I am intrigued. NUDEDUDE1000 looks interesting. I wonder what it is about being naked that he likes?<\/p>\n

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\u00a0Intriguing.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

I’ve had a think about what things are more fun to do when you’re naked. These are:<\/p>\n