Lupin Lodge is a surprisingly nice place! I'm typing this au naturel by the pool, after cooling off from the heat of the day. The Lodge has over 100 acres and has been around for 77 years in 2012, so unsurprisingly it also has a strongly family-oriented atmosphere. There are also quite a few permanent residents, which I did not expect, and it's very laid back, which I like. The only thing I miss, in fact, is bug spray. :)

Earlier, in the third week of last month, I was in Florida visiting my parents, and I took my also-visiting sweetie to go tubing down the Ichetucknee River with me. Not only was it a personal first, but I knew after the intensity of his work that my sweetie would enjoy it too. Admittedly, he was apparently expecting a much rougher ride, but once he realized just how languid the river was, he settled back in his tube and really enjoyed the daydreaming ride.

I wore a sports bra and a loose T-shirt and a pair of shorts, and at some point while drifting downriver I got daring and removed the T-shirt. I had to laugh at myself, because I consider myself to have a pretty good body image. However, there were quite a few women in bikinis there, and as I looked around I realized: these were all women who had bodies like mine! None of them were slim, perfect model types, yet they all felt comfortable enough with themselves, old and young, to wear a bikini — and that is something I have never had the nerve to do.

So I guess my going to a nudist resort is another step on that personal path to rejecting the commercialized and practically alien body types that the media idolizes, and becoming comfortable with my own normal human woman's body. I think this sort of personal comfort with one's body is incredibly important and powerful, especially considering the practically misogynistic attitudes displayed by the media about women and their bodies. Some of my friends have been forwarding websites to me that they've found (including, for example, the often hilariously snarky Escher Girls), which talk about women who genuinely did not know what normal women looked like, due to exposure only to the media's twisted definition of beauty — and consequently these lovely and perfectly normal women were engaged in self-damaging cycles of self-hate and loathing as they engaged in fruitless cycles of trying to force their physical forms into something unnatural.

I was horrified but unfortunately not shocked to read this sort of absurdly pointless viciousness is occurring in the media even for female Olympic athletes (if that link is dead, try here) — you'd think they'd be rightfully considered epitomes of female strength, speed, grace, and beauty (if that link is dead, try here). So this is what I'm working on, to rid myself of this vicious media treatment of women: I'm turning off the TV, refusing media which uses women's bodies as advertisements, refusing models shaped like pubescent young boys as the "standard" of "female beauty," and making sure I see plenty of examples of normal and healthy human women — like myself.

Yay for beautiful and normally shaped women! :)

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