Turning 39 at the Holy Nature Nudists: A Birthday Suit Birthday Story (Part 1)
To be continued in Part 2…
Here’s the thing about being 39. You know your body. You’ve made peace with the C-section scar, the mosquito-bite mole on your left rib, the way your thighs ripple when you walk down stairs. But knowing your body and showing your body to 30 strangers while holding a kale smoothie are two very different things. Turning 39 at the Holy Nature Nudists: A
Paula stood in the changing room (there were no walls, just a curtain of beads) for eleven minutes. She peeled off her linen pants. Then her organic cotton top. Then—deep breath—the matching underwear she’d bought specifically because “someone might see it.” Turning 39 at the Holy Nature Nudists: A