Well! I only went and did it!

Back in June, right at the end of the holiday, my husband surprised me by taking the scissors to his pubic hair and going for a heavy trim, speculating out loud about him going totally  ‘bare down there’!

When we got home, he did, and adopted a totally ‘smooth’ look for a few weeks, although as he’s not the world’s most enthusiastic face shaver he soon lapsed from a daily ritual and it’s growing again.

I have shaved before, just around the time it was coming into fashion and being ‘the norm’, and I didn’t like it. I grew it back and have been hirsute ever since, against ‘fashion’ for all this time. Perhaps it was a little too much wine last night, perhaps it’s my usual desire to not run with the crowd in anything I do, but one pair of scissors and some depilatory cream later…I’m now bare down there for the first time in years!

I’ve sent my husband some pix, but I also wanted to share one with you, the readership of SLN2 because my naturist hols, in recent years, have also included some ‘me in real life’ photos.

Of course, as anyone who reads SLN2 and its precursor SLN will know, I’m generally rather coy about this, with the photos not really being close ups or particularly clear.

I got Mary to shoot a little video of me walking along past our apartment when I was going down to the beach for my early morning swim, now free of girl fur. My first impression is that I feel a little ‘exposed’. My vagina is now on display and I feel…naked! Hahaha! I never did with it hidden ‘in the bush’.ella b&w

It did almost feel like being a ‘first time naturist’ again. On our public debut we feel the entire world is watching, even though they aren’t. Walking down to the beach it felt like everyone was looking at my vadge!

My husband approves, apparently! I’ve sent him some…um…’naked selfies’, something else I said I’d never do. While previous holidays have been others embracing something novel, this holiday is one for me embracing novelty.

I’ve also nipped inworld to update my avatar accordingly…

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Midnight in the pool

So why won’t sister in law Mary, the non-naturist, go nude? ‘Body issues.’

This is probably a familiar tale to many women and their partners. ‘I’d love to have the body confidence to go naturist but…’

Mary is a number of years older than me, beyond 50, the mother of three adult children, but in speaking to her there’s definitely a sense of her thinking, in her own mind, that she should be the teen-shaped body there somewhere, despite the incredible, wonderful journey she has been on over the past three decades.

Boobs ‘saggy’, bottom ‘too big’, C-section scars ‘too ugly.

Apparently. Allegedly. I’ve not seen to be able to confirm as even in the privacy of our apartment she’s incredibly body-phobic. While I wander around naked, she’s uncomfortable with her own nudity.

Over the years I’ve met many women for whom a ridiculously false ‘body image’ has been the bar to them embracing naturism.

Society and the media have created such a sense of ‘the imperfect body’ that women often feel repulsed by their own mirror image. It’s quite ridiculous. None of us have ‘the perfect body’. All of us feel that  we have imperfections which we magnify to ourselves. And society and the media reinforce this negative image constantly.

Nowadays, even governments are in on the action. While ‘childhood obesity‘ is certainly a growing problem, and action must be taken to make children much more active rather than being welded to their electronic devices rather than cycling, exploring, playing sports, the focus on it can’t help with body image either. From an early age we’re bombarded with the idea that we’re overweight, ugly, imperfect.

By all means continue to encourage people to be more active, government, but maybe a bit more pro-activity in the sphere of not being hand-in-glove with the international food companies? Maybe a bit more in the way of taxation on sugar-coated breakfast cereals. A bit more in the way of discouraging fizzy drinks. A bit more in the way of creating a society wherein chocolate is a treat, not a meal.

To my mind, Mary is by no means ‘fat’. Age, and that ‘middle-aged spread‘ contribute to a broadening body after 40, and for women the menopause also contributes.

This might be Mary’s reality. She’s an active woman who goes hill-walking a lot, but drilled into her is the sense of negative body image to the point she doesn’t feel comfortable looking in the mirror, let along going comfortably nude in the pool or elsewhere.

We sat up last night drinking wine, talking a lot about this. Eventually, at midnight, when it was dark and no one could possibly see her at all, we made it to poolside, her in a swimming costume. I did”t press or push for her to do otherwise, as it’s important with all potential naturists to encourage them to find their own comfort levels.

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What was good about it is that being outside in the pool, after midnight, was for Mary a hugely positive experience in itself, even clothed, which means that we’ll almost certainly be making that a regular night time thing over the course of the holiday, and her sense of ‘wow!’ was such that, in the company of a little more wine and an evolving holiday sense of relaxation, there’s a framework on which to encourage her further.