On the joy of being naked
Nudity is permitted beyond this point.

This is me

Everyone is 'themselves´, right? Everyone (as far as I know) will be able to say "This is me."

4 men in various sets of clothing

A man can say it wearing his best suit. Or his sports outfit. Or his pajamas. Or his swimming trunks. Or an overall. Or wearing shorts and a T-shirt.

 "This is me."

And then I think: really? If "that" is you, then who of all of them is "you"? And which versions of "you" are still out of view, hidden from me? All those clothes are different representations of 'you', and this isn't restricted to men. Ladies have even more versions of themselves, because the disgusting fashion industry is their dealer and makes them buy into their lies.

P.Z., naked in a field near a forest
Now when I say, this is me, this is really me. No artificial additives. Wherever I show up like this, people will recognise me. Unfortunately it's not possible to do so, because of normality's Punch and Judy show regarding nudity and clothing, but this is me.

Naturists, nudists, clothes free-ists all know this feeling, this reality. They know the real 'me', from experience, from seeing themselves in this way.

I wonder how many people in the clothed world will ever be able to say that little thing, "this is me", and point at the one version of themselves that is really them. Seriously, I wonder if the clothed people have any perception of who they really are underneath their every-changing appearance, being the chamelehumans they are.

A chameleon on a branch

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