So, nudism/naturism is partly about body acceptance, yes? No matter the size or shape, we naturists accept everyone without judgment.

I also know in my heart that the body is simply a vessel that carries the spirit, an innately sexless consciousness-center that incarnates in various material forms suited to its ever-growing awareness. (OK, I know not everybody will agree with me on this point, but it is my belief.) It’s what’s inside that is the most important.

In short, we stress that body image — and the textiles that we use to create that image — is not so important. We truly look beyond the surface.

Sooo, with almost a month to go before I pose nude — for three hours — in front of fully clothed artists, why am I suddenly so concerned about my body image — to the point of dieting, and exercising? Yes, I have put on some weight around the mid-section, but my g/f still says I’m skinny. But I’m not as skinny as I used to be . . . and yadda yadda yadda . . .

There’s nothing you can say that will make me not want to look my best in front of those artists. I WILL diet, I WILL work out . . . even though I know that my shape is really not important to those folks, that they will happily draw sketches of me no matter how I look. Indeed, the point of the artist workshops is to experience body diversity and to reflect it in art.

In truth, while I am a naturist, I still have a lot to learn. Regular readers know that I am fairly new to it all. Despite what I have learned and experienced, I still want to have sex appeal. I don’t think that’s a hangup, is it? I mean, I see elderly women — in their 70s and 80s — holding small mirrors to their faces while they touch up their lipstick in the waiting room of the doctor’s office.

I don’t plan to age gracefully. A facelift is in the cards, and perhaps other body modifications.

A gentleman once called me an enigma. He was right. I am a study in contrasts . . . which is why I may be a good candidate for artists.

And a good candidate for nudism/naturism.

Meanwhile, I’ve barely eaten today . . . I’m hungry, but I starve myself in the name of superficial beauty. I truly can see why some girls become anorexic . . .

Jillian