The naked truth

A male coworker and I had each other in stitches the other day chatting about the people who walk around naked in fitness facility locker rooms. What was really amusing was that the conversation eventually turned into a not so serious analysis of whether it was better to be faced with a dangling penis or dangling boobs when forced into a conversation with these naked individuals. We did favour one over the other but concluded that a true informed opinion wasn't possible until we had experienced both. Looks like I'll be spending a couple afternoons in the men's locker room next week.

Given my modest East Indian background and obvious body image issues, I don't understand the walking around naked thing. I respect and admire it, but I don't understand it. I'm in total support of nakedness of any body type, after all that's the most beautiful and natural way. However, there is a barrier in my brain that refuses to allow me the freedom of stripping off my clothes and exposing my naked self (where it is socially acceptable) to strangers. So go forth and be free you wonderful naked people and perhaps when I am very old and lost enough brain function, that I am not restricted by my own thoughts, I can walk freely with you in naked land, dangling boobs and all.