Since I’m a writer (and OK, a little bit of an oversharer), I wrote a blog post about it: “ Why I Want My Sons To See Me Naked.” Little did I know that I was about to be on the receiving end of a soul-crushing backlash, the likes of which I’d never seen. That nudity, while a part of sexuality, is not inherently sexual it’s just natural. But more importantly, I wanted to send them the message that our bodies are nothing to be ashamed of and that we should be comfortable in our own skin, not rushing to cover up parts that have been perceived as shameful or sinful. I hoped it would lead to realistic expectations - normal standards that their future wives or girlfriends could live up to. Not the airbrushed, stick-thin, silicone-enhanced variety they’d be exposed to by the media later on. In fact, I reasoned that my boys seeing me naked would - from a very early age - give them a genuine picture of a woman’s body: curves, dimples, wobbly bits, and all. They saw me in the buff plenty of times, and I never worried about it.

And they saw my - well, pretty much everything - in the course of normal daily life: barging into the bathroom while I was on the toilet because it takes little kids a long time to grasp the concept of privacy showering with me to save precious time chattering incessantly as they followed me into the bedroom where I was changing clothes. They regularly saw my boobs as I nursed the baby. I mean, how could I? You’re not left with much of a choice when you’re trying to navigate life with a 7-year-old, a 4-year-old, a 3-year-old, and an infant - as I was after my youngest was born. I have four sons, and I’ve never been shy about being naked in front of them.

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