But here ULRIKA JONSSON says it’s only the British who are so hung up on baring all in a heatwave – and it’s time we got over it
Lying naked on my front in the privacy of my garden on a scorcher last week, I took a selfie.
It showed half a shoulder, a fraction of my make up-free face and a hint of the slope of my behind.
Not exactly provocative. I posted it to my Instagram, then got back to dozing in the sunshine.
I didn’t think anything of it. I have no problem being naked. I’ll happily walk through the house without a stitch on, and wouldn’t feel uncomfortable being seen naked by family or friends if, for example, they walked in on me changing.
And I’m far from the only woman in the public eye to share an au naturel snap on social media, with Liz Hurley, Heidi Klum and Helena Christensen among those who have posted candid photos.
As far as I’m concerned, nudity is not a big deal. If only everyone else felt that way.
Moments after posting, my peace was shattered by the ping, ping, ping of messages on my phone. They were from my elder daughter, 19-year-old Bo, demanding I delete it immediately.
It stayed put. I wasn’t looking to embarrass Bo. No, this felt, to me, a simple matter of principle.
I’d posted it as an illustration of personal and physical freedom. It was the kind of uncomplicated feel-good moment every woman should feel free to enjoy — at peace with the various lumps, bumps and idiosyncrasies that make a body your own.
Why do I feel so strongly? To my Swedish soul, a naked human body, male or female, is nature in its rawest form.
Much as I love my daughter and respect her opinions, I wasn’t about to let her, or anyone, tell me what I could and couldn’t do with mine.
Since I moved to the UK from Sweden in 1979, I’ve felt completely stumped by the deep-rooted inhibition of the British public when it comes to the naked human form.
Source: Daily Mail
Original publication 7 August, 2020
Posted on NatCorn 19th August 2020
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