Coming home to my body

What nudism taught me after I left conservative Christianity behind

I grew up believing my body was a problem to be managed. Not hated, exactly. Just something that needed constant supervision, like a dog that might bolt if you left the gate open. Cover it. Control it. Definitely don’t enjoy it. That was the quiet curriculum of my conservative, church-going childhood and it came bundled with a second, unspoken lesson: b…