When Naked was a little girl, I was one of the nakedest little girls you'd ever meet. Kids have no sense of shame about their bodies, and why should naked Being naked, as long as you're not shivering out in the cold, is one love the most natural things a human body can be.
Love communal bath time with the cousins, where I was only distinguishable by the length of my hair come on, every family has one of those dorky photosto walking around diaper-less and fancy-free, to hauling up my polyester Barbie nightie and boogying bottomless in the living room, naked was the way I wanted to be. Something changed when I was about 6 or 7. I was at a pool club in Brooklyn, wearing an itty-bitty white bikini with rainbow rhinestones on it, and my friend's older brother said something.
Maybe about the bikini being see-through, oooooh. It was my favorite bikini, but suddenly I was mortified. I hurried out of the pool. I remember, every time I saw it, my stomach would clench with nerves glamourmodell sex nausea.