As the summer comes to an end, the outdoor pool season comes to an end and the indoor pools open up again. With it comes a reminder of my most peculiar contradiction in my thinking: naked while fat.
I can battle for the rights of almost anyone diversity-wise. I’ve gone on protests for gay rights (I’m not gay), defended against ageism and sexism, but I never seem to be able to stand up for fat rights. Except for nudism.
How weird is that? Regardless of my own physical size, I’ve been a nudist my whole adult life. This includes going out in public and shedding my clothes among crowds of other human beings. But I can’t stand up in the workplace and insist that we have meeting room chairs that don’t cut painfully into my hips.
When I read about other (mostly) women who gain ten pounds and won’t be caught dead in a swimsuit, it kind of mystifies me. Applying logic to this, however, I realize that the real mystery is in my ability to be naked while fat.
But tonight, I can’t figure it out. I may also never even try. Instead, I’m off to the Forest Sauna, so I can commune with the little woodland creatures.
All of us naked, of course.
Your blog continues to be a source of inspiration to me. Janey xx