Eight Things I Learned From Going Naked Camping

We sat in the car, giggling.
“We’re not even allowed to walk in the car park with our clothes on!” my friend said.
“Really? Really?? Hang on – I can see some people on the patio. They’re CLOTHED!!” I was outraged. Or maybe just super-nervous.

She looked over. “Not all of them are. Come on”
She started whipping off her pants and t shirt, and I did the same.
“I’m going to wear a hat,” she said.
“I don’t have one!” I wailed. “I’m going to wear my back pack. At least then I can fiddle with the straps.”

Finally, we got out of the car and strode, half-bold, half-sniggering, to the reception. Two young, friendly, naked ladies greeted us, and checked us in.

I’d never done anything like it before.

Ever since I was a teenager, I’d always wanted to try a naturist vacation; I love (LOVE!) not wearing any clothes. When I have the “I’m naked in public” anxiety dream, my fear is never embarrassment or shame that I’m not wearing anything – it’s just worry that everyone else will think I’m weird because of it. I knew enough to know that naturist places uphold strict “No Pervs” policies.

And yet… I didn’t know anyone else who’d be into it. Until this month.

A few weeks ago, a friend in Toronto asked if I’d like to join her and some other chums to go to a naturist camping place about an hour outside of the city. I said yes, last weekend we went, and here is what I learned:

(1) I am less mature than I thought

I am a 38 year old lady who has seen much of the world. I am frequently naked with my family; with my friends; in public changing rooms.
And yet:
– it took me two hours to stop giggling about the fact that all of us here are totally naked. Naked!!!

(2) I am less mature than I thought (part two) 

I am a 38 year old lady who has seen much of the world. I am frequently naked with my family; with my friends; in public changing rooms.
And yet:
– it took me two hours to stop, every time someone walked past, internally yelling to myself,“BOOBS!” “WANG!” “BOOOOOBS!!” “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!”

(3) No one is thinking about you. Everyone’s thinking about themselves, just like you are right now

As I talked about in this video, you don’t need to feel self-conscious. Especially in a naturist resort, where people truly have more important things to think about than how you look naked. Not least because everyone is naked, so you don’t stand out.

(4) Bugs: actually easier to deal with naked

I know this isn’t a life lesson, but it’s the first thing anyone has asked me about since I came back. I am the kind of person who could get mosquito bitten in the sodding Arctic, so I was nervous.

Turns out, clothes can distract you from the feeling that there’s a bug resting on you. But when you’re naked? You notice it straight away and – slllllllllaaaapp! – you get them. And your “area”? Tends to be too much in motion – or too tucked away – to be in any mozzie danger.
Though, it turns out, if it gets REALLY bad (like when we were putting the tent up at dusk), you’re allowed to throw on some clothes.

(5) Everybody is beautiful

Every body is beautiful.
I know you might be thinking, “Come on, Marsha. Not every body”. But – honestly – it’s so striking. Once you strip away not just clothes, but underwear and swimsuits, you realise how true this is. We really ALL look lovely; these delightful, doughy lumps, blobbing around the world. So nice.

(6) Bodies are all SO DIFFERENT

Usually, our only points of body-shape/size/colour/etc reference are our family, maybe our friends, our sex partners and TV & movies.
I was so struck by how WILDLY different different bodies are. This wide variety of curves and shapes that you just aren’t aware of in day to day life. SO many different shapes of boobs. So many different colours of wangs. So many variations of bums.
Also, there are some lovely similarities; things on my own body that I may not have been thrilled about – when I see them on several other ladies, I realise that I not only don’t mind them, I find those quirks actively awesome-looking.

(7) Swimming naked is the thing that most reminds me that I am just an animal of this earth

I might have a cell phone and a computer and experience flying around the world in aeroplanes, and I might be telling you these words by hitting plastic keys then having them conducted to you via electricity and magic.
But, ultimately, I’m just an animal of this earth like any other. And, as such, all these problems and issues that I worry about and have are mostly totally insignificant. Which is a huge relief.

(8) We once were all just little babies. And we sort of still are.

As Sam The American Eagle says, underneath our clothes, we’re all Completely Naked.

It’s the great leveller. Next time I am shy of someone – whether it’s because I’m alone at an event and they’re new to me, or because they’re an industry hero I’d love to approach but am too shy to – I’m going to try and remember this.
“Oh yes. Under those threads, you’re just a giant baby, like me”.

“If you’re nervous around someone, remember: underneath their clothes, they’re just a giant, naked baby”

(TWEET THAT HERE!)

Over To You

What’s your favourite lesson from these eight? Or do you have any other questions about the naked camping – or stories of your own? Either way, I’d love you to let me know in the comments below.

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xx (Yes Yes) Marsha

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