Gym change-rooms: a non-nudist’s tale

I’ve never understood how some women are so comfortable getting naked in change-rooms.

A conversation arose about this one afternoon among the City team at The Citizen. I can’t remember how we got to it, but what I do remember is the general feeling baring all was a no-no. The one and only time that I used the gym change-rooms – which fell within the five times I made use of my gym contract – I was horrified by what I saw.
While I dislocated shoulders and performed spectacular contortionist’s acts to slink from work clothes into a workout outfit, one lady sauntered out of the shower in a towel. The problem: her towel was draped around her shoulders. She stopped in front of a mirror and started brushing her hair, her nether regions displayed in all their glory.
To her credit, her confidence put the girl in that shower scene in Pitch Perfect to shame. No skaam there, that’s for sure! I’d expect this from guys. After my brief foray into the world of online dating I know men are quite happy to show off their goods. I learned the hard way (no pun intended). When you add a guy from a dating site on Whatsapp, he takes it as an open invitation to send you pictures of his favourite toy.
Strange, since I’ve yet to hear of a guy dropping his pants during a face-to-face conversation, but I digress. So what makes one person more at ease with their body than the next? I’d like to believe that it can all be attributed to hippy nudist parents, but I highly doubt it. Culture and confidence must play a part. Apart from that, I can’t really say.
All I know is that I still pick the cubicle over the communal bathroom areas to change before Zumba classes. And even if I suddenly decide my body puts Selma Hayek’s to shame, I’ll probably still do it. Am I a prude? More than likely. Will I never find some weird photo of myself on some creepy website? You bet your naked ass I won’t!

 



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