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Women and Nudism

First Nudist Experience

My first time experience, was when Glen Eden Sun Club, Corona, CA. had a open house for any one interested in checking out the club. I had known about G.E.S.C. for some time. But never had the nerve to check it out. I mentioned it to a female friend of mine if she wanted to go. She was just as curious about it as me. So we both went without any hesitation. Until it came time to disrobe, then that's another story.

I was somewhat embarrassed at first, but after a while it became very natural to be "clothes free." Especially being able to swim in the pool without the restrictions of wearing a tight, uncomfortable bathing suit. The feel of the water all over one's body, is amazing! You certainly wouldn't take a shower or bathe with a bathing suit. So why would you wear a suit while swimming?

I just think that people need to think out of the box once in awhile. Try something different for a change. It is a good feeling to shed your clothes. Clothes don't make the person anyway, it's what's inside that matters. I would suggest putting this on everyone's bucket list. Have a great nude day!

Blame It On the Doctor!

I'm an unlikely nudist who came about becoming a nudist because of my doctor:

It all started with a backache. After many days of pain I finally went to my doctor. She checked me out and told me that she didn't see anything, but with low back pain it would be necessary to have a gynecological exam to ensure that all was well inside me and not causing back pain. Though I was 28 years old, I'd never had an ob/gyn check-up and was terrified. The doctor, Joan, made an appointment for me to come back to her in two days for the exam. These were two of the longest days of my life.

Why such a big deal over a medical exam? I had huge body issues. Taking a shower or using the toilet required me to close my eyes because I simply couldn't see myself like that. I slept fully clothed, right down to shoes and a belt. (Yes, there were reasons for this fear, but it's not something to discuss here.) In short, if I couldn't even use the toilet with my eyes open, how in the world would I ever get through this kind of exam???

The day of the exam came and I tried my hardest but completely freaked out. Not just a little. A lot. We're talking getting a "calm down" shot and calling the medical practice's psychologist in to the room to calm me down. The exam got done and revealed no problems, but it was clear to me that this couldn't continue.

So I did what any self-respecting 28 year old did in 2003: I Googled "body acceptance." Imagine my surprise to see a page full of links to nudist sites. Surely this wasn't the answer to my problem-I just needed a self-help book to fix me up and I'd be fine. But there was no self-help book and I felt I had no choice but to conquer my fears. So I clicked on a nudist website, which turned out to be nothing like I had expected. And it also turned out to change my life forever.

Within that site I found message boards and, after reading numerous messages, posted a question about whether this strange lifestyle would ever be possible for me. I hoped to hear that it would not, but, instead, met people who could help. After only a short amount of time, I was showering with my eyes open. Then I was enjoying a little bit of nude time after the shower. Within a short period of time, you couldn't keep clothes on me.

What a wonderful and healing gift nudism has been to me! My old fears surrounding the body and nudity are completely gone. I've also been told by family and friends that my personality has changed dramatically in that I am no longer shy and quiet but am now happy to speak with others and far more confident. Nudism is powerful that way. And a whole lot less expensive than the years of therapy that many people would expect due to the severity of my difficulties--the only costs were for some new towels and sunscreen!

From Birth

I always look up to my mother. She was the one that first introduced me to nudism. My mother divorced my father, and I never saw him again, but I didn't mind because I hated him anyway, and he abused me. It was only my sister, mother and me.

From birth my family was comfortable with being nude. We weren't full nudists, but we were fine walking to and from the shower nude, and stuff like that.

But when I was 14, I started to grow uncomfortable with my body. Were my breasts too big? Too saggy? Was my labia too weird? These questions plagued me. So I asked my mother whether my vagina was normal. She told me that it was normal, but I didn't believe her.

So she told me of how she knew a place where I would feel comfortable with my body. She took me to a nudist beach.

I looked at all the women and saw how they all were different. Some of their breasts were tiny, and some of them were huge. Some of their vaginas looked neat and tidy, others looked large and noticeable. From then on in I saw how different everyone is, and how beautiful the naked female body is. When my sister had similar feelings, my mother and I took her there as well.

It turned out that my mother had been a nudist for quite a while, and it was one of the reasons my father left her. After that, all my time spent at home was naked, and the same went for my mother and sister. Even now, years later, I still visit nudist beaches. I still stay nude whenever I can. I still visit my mother and sister, and we are all naked.

It is just a great feeling to be so comfortable with each others' bodies.

Why didn't I find this sooner?

I was vacationing at a resort in the Caribbean. The first two days were spent on the beach sitting in a soggy swimsuit and being chafed by sand. I signed up for a day boat trip and picnic at a beach on an island away from the resort. As we were leaving, I discovered that the excursion was to an island with a nude beach! I decided to go any way, thinking no way was anybody getting me out of my suit. I stood firm and, in fact, was the last person to give in and shed my swimsuit - I was the last one to get dressed to return to the resort. Why hadn't someone told me about this sooner? I was hooked, and that was over 40 years ago. The phrase, "nude when possible, clothed when practical," definitely describes me. I do wear at least shoes when vacuuming the house though as I have a habit of running over my toes with the vacuum cleaner.

My First Time

I grew up in Brevard County, Florida, back when there were plenty of deserted beaches to go skinny-dipping. But I had never been to a nudist resort. The first time I visited one was seven years ago when my then-husband and I went to Glen Eden Sun Club in California. Like most women, I was concerned I didn't look good enough to take my clothes off, especially in front of strangers. I thought my thighs were too big, my stomach pooched a little and I was no longer the 20-year-old who used to rock a string bikini at the public beach.

My husband took his clothes off right away with no problem. His body was not perfect either (whose is unless you're Gisele Bundchen or David Beckham?) but that didn't seem to bother him. He got right into the spirit of things. I walked beside him in my t-shirt and shorts.

Then I started to notice that people were being very friendly to him but acted a little more reserved toward me. So I decided to just go for it. Pretty soon I was talking to everyone and I met some of the nicest people I've ever met that weekend. And I had a great time! I haven't looked back since.