[In the interests of common decency and all that is holy, I have decided not to choose a photo to accompany today's post. I think we should all breathe a sigh of relief for that.]
I want to just explore the subject of body confidence for a few minutes. This morning after my swim (550 metres today, thank you very much!), I took a quick shower and emerged from the shower cubicle, wrapped securely in a fluffy bathrobe. I was then confronted eyeball-to-eyeball with a naked woman, about 30 years my senior. And I was the one who was embarassed. She was perfectly at ease, while I tried to get back to my locker, all the while staring at the ceiling.
I like to think that I'm a cultured person, and not a prude. I like foreign films for heaven's sakes, and they always seem to have a high degree of nudity in them (whether it's relevant to the story or not). I can cope with that. But first thing in the morning, with no caffeine in my system, a naked woman is not something I can cope with. Hell, dealing with my own nudity at that hour of the day is distasetful.