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What I Learned About Body Positivity By Running Naked At A Nudist Ranch


Eventually, I stopped seeing naked people and just saw people.

If you think that you look unflattering in your race photos, try doing it naked. Not only will you look unflattering, but you will feel physically unflattering. You’ll smell unflattering, and you will sound unflattering.

Or at least that was how I thought my naked 5k race experience would be.

Despite many naked treadmill training sessions, I wasn’t fully prepared for the emotional discomfort I initially felt wash over me while I lined up at the start line with hundreds of other naked (or partially naked) runners.

The pre-race fun began with small talk and cracking jokes with the other runners about all of the possible things that could go wrong during the run and how we’ll explain our naked injury to loved ones. I shook hands with these naked people. I got to know them. They invited me into their cabins to take nude pre-race selfies to share later on Instagram.

Eventually, I stopped seeing naked people and just saw people.

There’s no denying the fact that you’ll notice how every person’s forbidden fruit is different from yours at first, but it stops being a big deal. You simply don’t see a difference between the woman who had the double mastectomy and the woman who has breast implants and a perfect tan (although, admittedly, the “perfect” looking people are few and far between).

So, let me back up a bit and give you some context about why I decided to register for a naked 5k. It’ll help you understand the amount of courage I had to muster up in order to show up for myself.

My entire life, I was obese (morbidly obese, even).

At my highest, I weighed 300 pounds. Speaking strictly only for myself, I can tell you I had low self-worth. I put on a good show of pretending to be strong (I really hate that word, by the way) and well put together. But inside, I hated everything about myself. I hated the family I came from; I hated my stupid ideas; I hated how boring I thought I was. And I especially hated my body. I felt like everything about me was wrong and disgusting.

In 2009, I made the decision to lose 150 pounds and get healthier (even if it killed me in the process). I thought it would magically change everything I hated about myself and all of a sudden, I would be a brand new person.

Interesting fact: it didn’t change much about me.

I continued to put on a show of pretending I was strong and had my ducks in a row. I did things like running marathons, climbing a mountain, and jumping out of a perfectly good airplane to prove that I could do anything I set my mind to. But when it comes down to it, those were all mental and physical feats. I still had not dealt with many emotional challenges of life. You know, those silly little things that seem to dictate whether or not we’ll self-sabotage and hold ourselves back from the life we deserve.

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Source: HuffPost

Original publication 12 September, 2016

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