What was your entry point?
In this #UndressedThread, we're tracing how people first found nudism and what it meant when they did
Everyone’s got a beginning. Most of them don’t look alike. A beach. A book. A conversation that went somewhere unexpected. Sometimes it wasn’t even about nudity—just a creeping sense that something about the way you’d been living didn’t add up. There was probably a moment. Maybe it hit immediately, or maybe it took years to land.
This week’s #UndressedThread, we are asking:
What was your moment? Did anything lead up to it?
Looking back—does it read differently now?
Drop your story in the comments. 🪐
I was 7. I grew up in a fairly routine non-nudist family in rural Ohio. I liked riding my bike to my grandfather's farm, about 5 miles outside of town. There were 50 acres of woods that I liked walking thru. One warm, sunny Sunday morning, I was in the woods, alone, and got the urge to get naked. I took off my clothes, and experienced a kind of euphoria that I had never felt before. As I walked further and further away from my clothes, the feeling got more and more intense, and I realized at that young age that being nude outside was an experience I really liked. 65 years later, I still get a euphoric feeling when naked outside. Ever since age 19, I started experiencing outdoor social nudity, and discovered the added dimension of enjoying being naked with other like-minded people.
I was about 12 or 13, used to hike to a creek near where I lived. Went hiking by myself one day, as soon as I got out of the neighborhood and into the woods, I took off my clothes and hiked to the creek nude. It felt fantastic! The creek was too shallow to swim in, so I enjoyed walking around feeling the sun and breeze on my body. Been hooked on being naked as much as possible ever since.