Have you ever been told to cover up?
In this #UndressedThread, we’re talking about the moments that shaped our earliest feelings about our bodies
Sometimes it’s direct—someone literally tells you to put clothes on. But often, it’s more subtle: a comment about your shape, a joke about your weight, a rule about what’s “appropriate,” a glance that lingers a little too long.
For many of us, shame arrived early—well before we found naturism. And those first moments stick.
In this #UndressedThread, we’re asking:
Can you remember a moment when someone made you feel like your body was something to hide?
How did it shape your relationship with being seen—clothed or not?
What would you say to your younger self now?
Let’s talk about how we unlearn shame—and maybe we can help others do the same. 🪐
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None of the above. From early on, dressing was something one just did. There was one instance of getting spanked around age 4 or 5 when a few of us stripped to run through a neighbor's sprinkler, but I don't really associate "body shame" with it - just unacceptable behavior, like running with scissors or something.
I was told by a gawker guy on a nude beach that I looked 6 months pregnant, It hit home as I realized I had gained a lot of weight since my college days and I weighed 200 lbs (only 5'6"). It changed my life in that I started eating better and doing some exercising. I lost about 50 lbs and have kept it off since 1984. The guy finally left the nude beach when he made a remark about a woman's scar and at least 20 people, myself included, literally lifted him and his chair off the beach. Mike