Note: This post is just me writing down restless thoughts. So if this post doesn’t seem very organized, that’s why. And I’m always willing to talk about whatever I’ve written.
For about a year, a lot of the posts I wrote on this blog had to do with nudism.
I’m not a nudist, but I wrote about nudism because I, nonetheless, found it interesting. Why would a person want to be a nudist? I wondered.
I talked to people who are nudists, and got more of an understanding of why people choose to go naked. I have to admit, there’s a part of me that’s jealous of such people. The reason why is: These people have found something that gives them such a sense of fulfillment and happiness, and I think Why can’t I have that?
I don’t have a desire to go naked. And I don’t want to put myself in a situation, like being at a nude beach, where a person could have their way with me in their mind, or try to have their way with me in real life.
But I’m glad that going naked can be a positive experience for people because, at first glance, I wouldn’t think such an experience was possible.
I am especially interested in women’s experience with nudism. This isn’t because I want to jerk off to, or fantasize about, naked women. (Lust is a sin.) This is because I’m glad that women are taking off their clothes and still demanding to be seen, and treated, with respect and love. I’m glad that women aren’t associating their value with their clothes: Lack of clothes doesn’t lower their self-esteem — it raises it. I think that’s beautiful.
We all have bodies. We’ve all been naked at one point in our life. We all know that being naked can feel good.
But to live one’s life naked is a step that not many take. And it is a step that can not change a person for the better: Nudists can have a negative reputation — many, it seems, eventually give in to the desire for sexual pleasure (Genesis 2:24) and experience it at the expense of others, in any way possible: not many, it seems, are able to practice self-discipline and, thus, learn to see their fellow human beings as more human, not less, without clothes.
The fundamental problem with nudism is:
Being naked is, ultimately, escapism.
Why do I say that?
This is why:
A person, for one reason or another (culture, climate, health, to name three) can’t live their life naked. It’s not possible, in this imperfect world, to be “naked without shame” like Adam and Eve were. (Genesis 2:25)
That’s why God clothes Adam and Eve. (Genesis 3:21)
And the book of Revelation says that all who go to Heaven will be clothed:
They have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.
~ Revelation 7:14
The message is clear: The days of being naked are done.
But: We still want to be naked.
Because our naked body is a reminder of the Garden of Eden — a reminder of who we used to be.
And when a person is naked, all that they physically are is exposed for all to see. There are no more secrets. No more lies. No more tricks. Just the truth. The truth of who we physically are. Laid bare for all to see.
God created us and said we are “very good.” (Genesis 1:31) We are not meant to be build walls. We are not meant to hide. We are meant to lay ourselves bare. Being naked is a physical manifestation of that truth about human nature.
The point of me saying all this is:
I now realize that, because I was feeling unfulfilled so many months ago, I wrote about nudism because I craved the freedom and inner peace that people who go naked experience — I just didn’t want to obtain it through taking off my clothes.
All my feelings of un-fulfillment, anger, and sadness at the state of my life, came to a head when I thought about committing suicide.
And now, after that, I’m trying to find a new inner balance.
With God’s help, I’ll find it.