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.
Someone saw me while I was feeding the horses. The barn is a full pasture away from the roadway, so she could not see anything clearly, though she could tell I was clothesfree. The cop that came by did not tell me that i was doing anything wrong, but asked if I could 'put on a towel' when I around the barn.
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
When I had little money and was living in the big city with my childhood best friend, we had a small 1-bedroom apartment. I was going to bed not wearing anything and he stepped into the room and said no. So then I wore underwear and he didn’t like that either. It didn’t shape anything for me but was a very direct “cover up!”
My mom got really upset with me when I was maybe 3 or 4. She caught me and my friend Mike naked out in the shrubbery, although it may have been more that we were trying to put little sticks in our rear ends. Who knows what brought on that urge, but no more getting naked with little friends! It really did not stop me from getting naked later in dressing rooms or with girl friends.
As an adult nudist I wore a black mesh thong into the Lakeside Restaurant at Cypress Cove and was told lingerie was not allowed. I think I just took it off rather than cover up!
-iterations of "Dude, are you hard" while not erect
-commentary on how only those with "guns" should wear sleeveless, and related bs commentary
-gender related stuff, like in middle school being mistaken as a girl bc long hair and told I was in the wrong bathroom, followed by the guy stalking me and repeatedly trying to peep my genitals
-during a summer camp thing, where a bunch of us were going about in our undies, and despite others walking at closer distance around me while sitting, one of them saying something like "dude get your crotch out of my face" when I walked past them while they were sitting
-other stuff
Media, beauty standards
-again, the sleeveless rhetoric
-again, gender stuff
-the commonality of 2000s and 90s cartoons and shows at either not drawing male bulges or completely hiding them, leading to me having feelings of my male genitals being bad, unacceptable, etc
Family:
-kindergarten age, while changing between clothes, commentary of "do you want the whole neighborhood to see you naked" bc I was changing in front of a big window
-my brother telling me to never sleep naked
Other:
-Surviving sexual assault near the end of my first decade alive, leading to the second decade comprising an adolescence of sexual repression as my brain attempted to hide it all away
Recently:
-last year, and the year before, at a clothing optional event, completely out of place commentary of "why not put some clothes on"
-same event, with me being the only one of my group (and one of only a handful per the hundreds of people attending) going around actually naked, not just shirtless or minimalist whatever.... The rarity speaks volumes, othering me, a certain unspoken pressure to conform yet while also fueling my nakedness bc if I don't do it no one would seemingly, and then we would all lose out on the would be forgotten art of body positivity
...
Note to self, I'll need to remember "forgotten art of body positivity", and develope rhetoric around "the naturist is both the artist, the medium, and the model. A holy magician and hierophant of acceptance. To be human is human; to accept being human is divine" 😂😅🦋🧚🏻♂️
Once on the North Caroline National Seashore. Small group of nudists. One had a vanity plate of “NUDIST”. Ranger saw it and climbed over the dune to tell us to get dressed. Nobody could be seen in either direction. Nobody to offend except him and he went out of his way to be offended. AND was offended with that argument. Summer 1984.
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.
yes i have but i told the person i love being naked and i remained unclothed.
Only when my wife thinks we have visitors in the driveway!!!!
Someone saw me while I was feeding the horses. The barn is a full pasture away from the roadway, so she could not see anything clearly, though she could tell I was clothesfree. The cop that came by did not tell me that i was doing anything wrong, but asked if I could 'put on a towel' when I around the barn.
Stay Safe, Stay Bare
Safebare
Did you ask the cop to tell that “lady” to stop being a peeping tom busy body?
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
When I was younger I was chubby and sometimes body shamed. It took some time to get over that when I really wanted to go nude.
When I had little money and was living in the big city with my childhood best friend, we had a small 1-bedroom apartment. I was going to bed not wearing anything and he stepped into the room and said no. So then I wore underwear and he didn’t like that either. It didn’t shape anything for me but was a very direct “cover up!”
My mom got really upset with me when I was maybe 3 or 4. She caught me and my friend Mike naked out in the shrubbery, although it may have been more that we were trying to put little sticks in our rear ends. Who knows what brought on that urge, but no more getting naked with little friends! It really did not stop me from getting naked later in dressing rooms or with girl friends.
As an adult nudist I wore a black mesh thong into the Lakeside Restaurant at Cypress Cove and was told lingerie was not allowed. I think I just took it off rather than cover up!
There’s no option for “I’ve never had body shame issues.” I may be in the minority but we exist!
Comments from others:
-iterations of "Dude, are you hard" while not erect
-commentary on how only those with "guns" should wear sleeveless, and related bs commentary
-gender related stuff, like in middle school being mistaken as a girl bc long hair and told I was in the wrong bathroom, followed by the guy stalking me and repeatedly trying to peep my genitals
-during a summer camp thing, where a bunch of us were going about in our undies, and despite others walking at closer distance around me while sitting, one of them saying something like "dude get your crotch out of my face" when I walked past them while they were sitting
-other stuff
Media, beauty standards
-again, the sleeveless rhetoric
-again, gender stuff
-the commonality of 2000s and 90s cartoons and shows at either not drawing male bulges or completely hiding them, leading to me having feelings of my male genitals being bad, unacceptable, etc
Family:
-kindergarten age, while changing between clothes, commentary of "do you want the whole neighborhood to see you naked" bc I was changing in front of a big window
-my brother telling me to never sleep naked
Other:
-Surviving sexual assault near the end of my first decade alive, leading to the second decade comprising an adolescence of sexual repression as my brain attempted to hide it all away
Recently:
-last year, and the year before, at a clothing optional event, completely out of place commentary of "why not put some clothes on"
-same event, with me being the only one of my group (and one of only a handful per the hundreds of people attending) going around actually naked, not just shirtless or minimalist whatever.... The rarity speaks volumes, othering me, a certain unspoken pressure to conform yet while also fueling my nakedness bc if I don't do it no one would seemingly, and then we would all lose out on the would be forgotten art of body positivity
...
Note to self, I'll need to remember "forgotten art of body positivity", and develope rhetoric around "the naturist is both the artist, the medium, and the model. A holy magician and hierophant of acceptance. To be human is human; to accept being human is divine" 😂😅🦋🧚🏻♂️
Once on the North Caroline National Seashore. Small group of nudists. One had a vanity plate of “NUDIST”. Ranger saw it and climbed over the dune to tell us to get dressed. Nobody could be seen in either direction. Nobody to offend except him and he went out of his way to be offended. AND was offended with that argument. Summer 1984.