I’ve never gone to a nudist beach. I have no desire, generally speaking, to be naked outside my own home.
Like many people, I’ve spent about 30 years routinely sucking in my stomach in public. And having kids hasn’t exactly boosted my confidence in my body. Innocent queries about where my breasts have gone and how “squishy” my stomach is can have that effect.
And yet, I will be all but running to strip off and pose naked alongside thousands of strangers at Bondi Beach at 3am tomorrow. I know how exhilarating it will be because I’ve done it once before.
“I’m trying to create flesh architecture,” American photographer Spencer Tunick, who will be taking our picture, once said. This is his shtick. Tunick has taken en masse nude photos around the world. In Australia, he’s done it three times already, including one in which 5200 nude people laid like sardines on the steps of the Sydney Opera House. This time, Tunick is hoping to attract 2000 people to Spencer Tunick: Strip Off For Skin Cancer, in homage to the more than 2000 Australians who die every year due to skin cancer. (He’s doing it to raise awareness about skin cancer and the importance of sun safety.)
The last time I stripped off for Tunick was in 2001, on the Princes Bridge in Melbourne. I had flown there from Sydney expressly for this purpose. This will be a very different experience, I thought. I can write about it!
Still, in the days leading up to the event, I pictured myself crab-walking sideways on to the bridge, struggling to use my two hands to cover my three bits. Dear God, I thought. What if I stare at everyone else’s bits, and they catch me staring?
But a funny thing happened when I took off my clothes and handed them to my husband, who was standing on the sidelines. Within seconds of being instructed by Tunick (or was it his assistant?) via megaphone to lie down on the cold pavement alongside the more than 4000 other naked people, all of my nerves, a bit like my clothing, slipped away.
Walking to my spot, I saw to my right a woman with a taut and shiny belly as round as a basketball. She looked to be about nine-months pregnant. To my left was a grey-haired former army sergeant in his 50s, who said he was keen to try something new. There were men and women of every shape, size and colour. A toddler, or two. Once I was surrounded by naked people, and it became the new norm, I realised I wasn’t zero-ing in on anyone’s bits. My hands fell, relaxed, to my sides. Humanity was beautiful. I realised we were all the same. Doing our best to be happy, and survive the daily onslaught of little humiliations and challenges. Why the hell had I been sucking in my stomach all this time?
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