Well, I did it!
I walked naked from the back of the beach to the water.
During my previous trip to Cobblers beach as practice for the Sydney Skinny Swim, I got naked, lay on the beach, and went for a splash. However, I just wasn’t ready to walk in the buff between my belongings on the beach into the water.
This time I went with a girlfriend. When I told people this, the first question they asked was “But wouldn’t that be more awkward?” My response was simple – “No, in fact having her there was like a security blanket”. We were in it together.
As we were walking down the beach to find ourselves a spot, the first thing I noticed was how many more women there were than last time. And, there were a lot of people – who knew going to a nudist beach was such a favourite pastime at 9am on a Sunday morning!
As soon as we put out stuff down, Laura whipped off her knickers and dress and stood there – she was ready for a swim! I was kind of expecting to get settled first but decided to follow suit. I had my knickers off and my dress around my waist when I started to panic again. It was the exact same feeling I had when I was trying to take my dress off last time. So while Laura wondered into the water, I stood there like an idiot with my dress on trying to build up the courage to do the same. I knew I could take it off and lay down – I did that last time.
So, after at least 5 minutes I made the choice to just do it. And I did. I put my dress down and I walked at least 15-20 metres into the nippy water NAKED.
As I walked, I just kept my attention on the water. I blocked everything else and focused on the task at hand. Surprisingly, I did try to d that, my brain just did it. Must have been the adrenalin!
This time around the water was very cold, so didn’t go in further than my waist. And I kept forgetting I was naked! It wasn’t until I started chatting to a French woman, that I remembered I was naked – and that’s because I kept seeing the reflection of my breasts in her sunglasses!!
Similarly to last time, it felt very civilised. People would say hello and come up for a chat.
The French woman and I had a particularly interesting conversation about nudism vs naturalists. What the difference was and different environments people live out their naked tendencies. She had frequented a camping ground in Europe where visitors were naked for the entire trip. Generations of people would be there together living in naked harmony. And it got me thinking….
If everyone did live more carefree and open to being naked (in a non sexual environment) would there be fewer rates of anorexia, bulimia and obesity? I am starting to think yes. I also wonder if it would reduce the rate of sexual crimes because the naked form wouldn’t be so taboo (I am certainly not saying the body isn’t sacred!). I don’t have any stats to back this up, but I look at my life and think if there wasn’t so much pressure to be a certain type of woman, with a certain type of body would the outcome for some of my friends and I be different? Would people, in particular women, have such guilt and self hatred towards themselves, and so judgemental towards others if they were exposed to different body shapes and sizes during their lives. I’m starting to think not….what about you?
I certainly don’t believe I am going to become a nudist or a naturalist, but I am really starting to see the value in being naked.