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It’s OK to Be Naked Day

I suggest we have an “It’s OK to be Naked Day.” Anyone could walk around naked if they wanted to. No one would get arrested. We could even get into that whole novelty bracelet thang with transparent plastic ones symbolizing the healthy aspects of getting naked. Is it possible that after, oh, say 5000 years, we could be a little more comfortable in these bodies we have?

I know, everyone’s worried about gawkers, about the cold or sunburn, about being embarrassed. But we all walk around showing our faces. Oops, nevermind. I should know better coming from the state with probably one of the highest numbers of plastic surgeons in residence. Well, MOST of us walk around showing our faces. Oh, ok, a number of women wear make-up. Well, ok SOME of us walk around … oh, maybe this is futile. But really, can you imagine the changes that might take place? Yeah, we’d have gadz more plastic surgeons.

I wrote about my earliest memory at 3 which had to do with body shame. Since then, I’ve talked with parents on both sides.

Some have raised their kids in an environment where it was acceptable for them to run around naked if they wanted to. There was no shame about their body.

Other parents say they want their children to be prepared for the real world.

I wonder ~ is there a way to do both? Those who got to run around naked seem to be doing just fine in this world, at least as far as I can tell.

But I’m not a parent and never have been. So I back off.

But really, sometimes I just want to open my door and stand on my balcony in the middle of town naked just because I think it would just plain feel good to do that.

And I think it should be fine.

But it’s not.

Maybe we could have an “It’s OK to be Naked Minute.” Starting at noon for one full minute on some specially designated day it would be OK to stand on your balcony naked for a minute. If you wanted to.

Cover Your … Breasts?

“You can’t go in there – your top is bare and there’s a guy in there!”

Voices in my head told me this by the time I was three. I know this from my earliest memory. I wanted to be with my mother who was in another part of the house. To get to her, my only path was through the living room, past the TV where a guy was reading the news from the papers on his desk, before the time of teleprompters. He looked up, up up, down, up, up, down. I watched just long enough to get his rhythm, then swooshed past during one of his look-down periods.

I suppose this could have developed from my parents teaching me how to dress in this culture, which is a good thing in general. Or maybe this particular reaction came from a comment some little girl next door made that I (mis?)interpreted. But I have no memory of any such little girl.

In my later years when I was 8 or so, I remember wanting to take my top off. It was dripping hot and my brothers were free to run around wearing no shirts. Why not me?

Against the disapproval of my parents and grandparents, I took my top off. I felt much better but then everyone stopped talking. I never took my top off again. I knew somehow this was something bad.

Decades later, it seems quite funny — and actually a little scary — that so many of us are here operating these bodies we have without acknowledging all of their parts. Breasts? Who, me? Nooo, I don’t have anything to do with things like that. You must be thinking of someone else. Genitals? Hormones? Nope. Got the wrong person.

I can imagine an equivalently twisted world where we couldn’t acknowledge each other’s arms. Or feet. Or ears. Imagine as a kid, growing up and learning these things. “But Mom, Dad! Aunt Sally, she has these curly bent things coming out the sides of her head. I saw them! She says she uses them to hear.”

“No, sweetie, we don’t talk like that. She just wasn’t wearing her hair right.”

Terms for Body Parts

One simple word for earlobe


One simple word for thigh


Some have fun counterparts, thanks to comments from a friend:



But then … no simple word for penis?