Nudity is beyond reproach
This morning I saw a young lady in a flashy dress, with a lot of make-up, high heels and the movements of someone who knows what she’s doing. All OK. I would have already forgotten about it if it weren’t for the fact that the practice of nudism makes me constantly reflect on the meaning of clothes in the social context. I thought that clothes are a projection of what we want others to see in us. The naked body is sincere: as soon as you put on a hat or a pair of sandals, you already communicate something more, you already make something of yourself known. I usually dress in inconspicuous clothes, I don’t want to be noticed. I don’t want to stand out in that certain way. A few decades ago, the Japanese cartoon UFO Robot Grendizer was shown on television: when needed, the character became a formidable war machine in the shape of a monster with weapons everywhere. Is it the same with clothes? Do we want to impress our interlocutors with our clothes? Do we use clothes as a weapon? Is it our modern ‘armour’? Is a uniform compulsory? As members of a society, are we enlisted in an army? Is there someone we have to defend ourselves against?
As I often take self-portraits, I see that the sincerity of the body is the backbone of self-esteem. And self-esteem is not to be seen as a bargaining chip in society: it is something that is valuable in itself, that makes you feel good and acceptable just as mother nature made us. It is out of the question. It does not need surrogates, corrections, superfetations. Social conditioning is certainly not to the advantage of self-esteem.