My,(ex), husband and I used to regularly go to Black’s Beach, just north of San Diego. It was a nude beach.

I’ve never been ashamed of myself naked, ever. Guess I was just raised that way…even now that my previously 28" waist is up to something like 35"(?). (I’m 62)

We used to get up every morning and, including the then toddler, Julie, strip off our pajamas and start the shower, taking a sort of revolving family shower and morning routine.

There was simply nothing unusual about it.

Shame over nudity is learned. It can be unlearned, or better yet, not taught at all.

But that’s just where I am…we all have our silly phobias to deal with…

I enjoyed your essay. Thank you Vicki.

--weezi--💜🙏🏼🦄🥳🎉