I grew up in a household that was very open, and clothes weren’t necessarily required.
We saw each other naked, not every day, but it just wasn’t a big deal. If somebody went down the hall without their clothes, that was ok. This was in the 1930s. My father was very Victorian, but it was not unusual to see him or my mother or sister nude in the house. Because of that I’m probably more comfortable without clothes than most people. I was lucky. I grew up in the Great Depression. I was a teenager in WWII. I was 12 at the time of Pearl Harbor.
I’m a very open person to start with, on almost any subject. I don’t recall that I’ve never had nude photos taken before. I’ve had a lot of one-on-one nudity but never in public. It just wasn’t my generation. I’d like to have the body I had when I was 40 or 30, but bodies don’t get better through the ages, they generally get a little more out of shape, a little more broken here or there. Your belly falls a little and your breasts fall a little and your tummy falls a little…gravity works on all of us every day.
Bodies are a complex issue that keeps arising through life. It’s shaped by parents, by contemporaries and school, and by ten years old it begins to be shaped by television, television, television. America is greatly hung up on beauty and youth. At 84 I’m probably less critical and less involved with the height, width, size, and shape of bodies. I see the personality and the soul and not just the housing. Take care of your body, it houses the soul.
I’ve had a very active adult life. Lots of exploring and adventures. I pretty much steer my own course. I think it was Mark Twain who said, “I was born excited.” I’ve taken a hard run at life for a long time. And I’m not done yet!