A heatwave is the perfect moment to rediscover the joys of being naked | Alice O’Keeffe
We needn’t be ashamed of our bodies, we’re all the same under our clothes
Until very recently, I would have gnawed off my own arm more readily than take off my clothes in public. Partly because I am pale, I’ve had two children and my tummy does not resemble a washboard, but primarily because I am British. Public nudity comes about as naturally to me as allowing somebody to skip a queue.
But, at a festival a few months ago, I found myself in a crowded sauna,
