Unfortunately, naturism still carries a stigma, born largely of ignorance of the truth. To some naturists are well meaning but slightly dotty individuals, who meander naked through wooded glades, pausing in catalogue poses behind strategically placed leaves. To others, they are immoral hedonists, congregating in mixed groups to enjoy pleasures of the flesh in orgy situations not seen since Caesar hung up his laurels. Or they are perverts trying to corrupt the 'normal'way of life. As with the majority of prejudices based on lies, misunderstandings and half-truths, the reality of life for the average naturist is very different indeed.
Naturists come from every walk of life.
You don't have to have taken illegal substances during the sixties, have every album Bob Dylan ever made, or have named your offspring Moonchild and Rucksack. Any woman who's ever worn a bra will know that lifting and separating might give a pleasing outline through a sweater, but that the instructions might just as well say pinch and strangulate. Clothes often force your body into shapes and positions that don't feel natural. Next time you've dressed yourself up to the nines, take a look in the mirror when you've taken it all off. Have a look at the crease marks around your waist from the belt that was too tight, or the deep gouges in your shoulders from your wonderbra, or the ribs around your shins from socks, and the redness of your little toes that have been squashed into fashion shoes.