The first time I saw naked people other than in paintings or in the bathroom of my own house was at Lucy Vincent beach. The beach were little, the ocean was blue-green, and the cliffs made me feel martha if we were in another country.
I usa never particularly proud of my body and here were all my flaws ready to flash in dayglo neon.
Chilmark: The naked truth
They were holding hands while they stood and they talked and gestured, and then unselfconsciously they simply dove in. How in the world, I remember thinking, could they be so unembarrassed, so unashamed, so comfortable in their own untaut skin?
I was more impressed than abashed. Fast forward about five hours and we adapted to our new surroundings, and started pella door weather strip nude. Took to it like the proverbial ducks to water. The kids never questioned anything everyone else seemed to be doing.
A few years after that they were only too happy to hang with us again in their birthday suits, their friends also in their altogether, coming around and plopping nude our blanket playing backgammon, juggling, and reading the latest beach novel.