The first step was the hardest. It wasn't the cold, but the looking . She felt like a raw nerve, exposed to the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees of the naturist campsite. Her arms crossed her chest automatically, then uncrossed. Stop it, she told herself. No one is looking.
An old man with a beard like a cloud walked past carrying a baguette, nodding a simple "Bonjour." A woman with silver hair and a body that had clearly borne children was playing pétanque, laughing as her boule clattered against another. A teenager was reading a comic book upside down, draped over a rock like a lizard. All of them were naked. All of them were simply… human. zita dans la peau d une naturiste
She had spent forty-two years learning to live inside her clothes. It had taken only two hours to learn how to live inside her skin. The first step was the hardest
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