Thoughts on Self Acceptance


It is amazingly liberating to be nude I find. I have always felt most myself when I have nothing on my body. It's been this way as long as I can remember. Fortunately I grew up in a home where nudity was not a taboo or any kind of issue. It was natural to my Dad, my Brother, and I. We where nude in the home in the evenings most of the time. We would watch TV together nude and it was normal to us. Yes we all realized that society had a problem with it, but for us it was just another day.

The only time I briefly had issue with how my body looked was when I was about 13 to 15 - then I was back to accepting who I am and how I looked. I've read other nudists stories and it is not uncommon - although not all life long nudists have this phase.

I have known others who where nudists, but in their family it seems, it was not accepted and they had to do it away from the family and sometimes had to hide it. I find this sad as hell. People are not doing any favors to their family members by placing guilt on them for being in a natural state.

In a perfect world, it would be the norm. But there is a lot of control in shame. There is also a lot of money to be made off of shaming people about their body. The corporations out there make billions off of people seeing themselves as not worthy and being ugly. They have exploited this fact since the 1940's at least.

I find it interesting that society had little distain for male nudity if done away from the ladies. But it has, as long as recorded history, told women that their bodies where to be ashamed of. Even when men gathering could be nude together to swim and to work out, it was not at all accepted for women.

Now the powers that be, and that want your money, want all people to be shamed by nudity. I honestly would like to see a revolution of people who refuse to conform to a standard that for the most part is not able to be obtained by most people. We as a species deserve to live being able to see ourselves as worthy and beautiful, no matter our body shape, skin color, or any other distinguishing feature.

Looking back, I wish my Mom did not have such a load of Catholic guilt on her mind to the day she died, that she could not be free and accepting of who she really was. I think that is literally abuse to lay guilt on a person for having a body. We all have them, it's normal, and to be shameful of it - is totally ridiculous.

In any event, be free and don't have guilt and self loathing for who you really are. Accept yourself for all you are.

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