I’ve seen my housemates naked.
No, we don’t live in some whack-o nudist colony, where we welcome guests into our home with, “Be a dear, please remove your shoes and knickers before entering, thanks”, nor was it through a key hole to the bathroom like I had originally planned, when I was feeling unsure of what a woman’s body looks like. Instead, much discussion was had about this topic over the dinner table.
If the only reference women have to female nakedness is ourselves, ourselves five years ago and the media’s mystification of women’s bodies, it’s no wonder we are curious about body normality. We’re clapping with one bare hand.
Another realisation I came across, was that I’ve seen a number of boyfriends walk to and from the bathroom hangin’ out, and am more familiar with the male physique than I am with my own gender. Similarly, men have seen far more breasts, belly button rings and bottoms than we women ourselves. This kind of naked-exchange is usually in a relationship dynamic, so does that mean we can only experience nakedness in a sexual context?
As a mainstream girl living in the 21st Century, I’ve received many negative messages about being naked. The scolding “put some clothes on!” to girls in mini-skirts, the breastfeeders being cast out of cafes as though mothers are intending on swapping the soy for their own and the idea that the #nomakeupselfie is as far as women can go to exposing themselves. These social stigmas only highlight issues with nudity girls like me have.