Walking into a naturist resort or beach for the first time is a disorienting experience—not because of the nudity, but because of the normality . The clichéd fantasy of a beach full of supermodels evaporates instantly. Instead, you see real, unairbrushed humanity:
When you stop trying to be "body positive" and start simply living in your body without a costume, you realize that the war was never about your thighs. The war was about the belief that your worth is located in your reflection.