I imagine my introduction to nudism was at my boyfriend’s house back in the 90’s..

We went naked jointly whenever his mother was not home. Taking nudity out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, the family room, or even his backyard for some sunbathing proved to be a new experience for me, and one that I truly appreciated.

At that time I still lived with my parents and can remember coming home one afternoon to find the house empty and immediately taking off my clothes to see what a “solo” bare experience was like. I loved that too, and soon was going privately bare in my room even when family was home. Once, my older brother came in and stood t here grinning at me as I was laying naked on my bed reading a novel. He said, “What are you, some sort of nudist?” I believe I said something refined like, “Get out, jerk!” but afterward was pleased to think to myself that teen nudist was becoming a nudist.
When I got my own apartment, I could finally go bare as much as I pleased, which was pretty much constantly. I met a new guy who took me to a nude beach, and that opened up a whole new world to me. Years after I became a life model and actually got paid to be bare which was another gratifying experience.
After all this time I still enjoy being bare daily and hope that never changes. If they ever put me in the old folks home, I can only expect it is a clothing-optional one. I believe I’d be hopeless otherwise
Life is best lived bare

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