How naturism taught me to make peace with my body
The long slow shift from tolerating my imperfections to valuing them
Have you ever had a moment where you caught your reflection and felt an immediate urge to look away? I have had more of those moments than I care to admit. For years I collected insecurities like they were artifacts, each one cataloged with its own private story of discomfort.
Naturism didn’t magically erase those stories, but it did something unexpecte…
