The greatest lie society had told her was that nakedness equaled vulnerability. But as she let the towel drop, Elena realized she had never felt more shielded. There was nothing to hide behind, which meant there was nothing to apologize for.
"I can't do this, Clara," Elena whispered. "I’m... I’m not built for this. Look at me."
When you spend time in a naturist setting, you see a "gallery" of real human bodies. You see that the "imperfections" you’ve been taught to hide are actually universal. You see grandmothers, athletes, people with disabilities, and every skin tone and texture imaginable. This "visual diet" of real bodies acts as an antidote to the airbrushed images on our screens. It becomes much harder to hate your own thighs when you realize they look just like the thighs of the happy, confident person sitting across from you. The Psychological Freedom of Shedding Layers