When I Knew I Was A Naturist
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When I knew I was a naturist, it was long after I got comfortable being nude. I grew up exploring the wilderness areas of the Midwest, Canada, and the Rocky Mountains. On warm days you stripped and jumped in the water. There was no thought involved, it was a natural as the unspoiled lands we travelled through. But even with that backdrop, it was not until years later, and thousands of miles away, that the lightbulb went off about what naturism was, and what social nudity and body acceptance could do for a person’s mental health and physical wellbeing.
Travelling through Europe I found myself in a small town and was befriended by two locals who showed me the area for a couple of days. It was a wonderful experience. The night before I left one of them remarked about where I was from, the frozen north country, and declared “you must experience our local sauna.” I grew up with wood-fired saunas near clear, cold lakes, so I did not need to be convinced and we set off.
What I found there changed my life. Continued…Read full original article…
Source: Midwest Naturist Campers21st November 2017