One of the biggest concerns in the nudist movement, or at least around clubs, is, “how do we attract young people.” Many clubs look more like an old folks home that a nudist club. There are more wrinkles around the pool than in your clothes basket! Many say that it’s is a time issue, others say that it is a money issue. That’s not what I think.
Young people are chicken to get naked!
That’s right, it’s a lack of nerve; no guts! They are so afraid that they won’t match up to the model in magazines ideal of the perfect body that they don’t dare go bare! “What if my boobs aren’t big enough,” or, “what if my penis is too small?” They cower in fear thinking that they don’t match up.
Now I agree that young people, and by young I am talking between twenty and thirty-five, are busy. They are working on careers. They are working on families. I understand. I was there once, back when the dinosaurs roamed the earth. They thing is, are they too busy to find freedom, relaxation, and self assurance? No one is. Plus, they spend plenty of time watching TV, playing video games, visiting friends, whatever it is they enjoy doing. They have the time, they just don’t use it in nude recreation.
I also understand about money being short. However, something I learned a long time ago is that money is always short and you spend it on what you enjoy. I know young people, of the age I mentioned above, that easily spend the money they could use going to a nudist club on beer. They do it nearly every weekend. Being a nudist is healthier for your liver I’ll tell you!
I also know young folks who spend what a yearly club would cost for a year’s membership of electronic gadgets and toys. Some of them sit in a darkened rooms using the latest smart phone texting people when they could be sitting by the pool talking to real live people.
Every young person that I’ve talked to that said I was crazy for being a nudist and said they never could do that, said that they just didn’t look good enough. They admitted it was a fear thing. It wasn’t on moral issues or anything else. It was vanity.
Every young person I’ve talked to that was a nudist said that getting over body shame issues was the hardest. Now that they were nudists, they felt good about themselves. They got over thinking they had to look like someone in a magazine.
When you get a certain age, say forty, you begin to realize that you don’t look like those models, never did, never gonna. “Who gives a shit if my boobs aren’t huge. They are what they are.” “Who cares if I’m not hung like a porn star. There isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.”
The first ten minutes around other nudists will inform you that you are about average. Some are bigger than you, some smaller. Some are in better shape, some worse, much worse! You get over the fear of not matching up and learn to accept who and what you are. If that ain’t a reason to try it, I don’t know what is!
Get over yourself young people! Stop being such a chicken. We need you out there. You think I want to sit by the pool watching decrepit old farts waddle around? I want somebody to play frisbee golf with. I want someone to play paddle ball. I want fresh ideas to bat around.
Come get naked!
P.S. I think I will write about spaghetti and beet balls tomorrow.