Or lack there of perhaps?
No worries, I’m not here to judge. If you run around naked, that’s your gig. This is merely my observations regarding the subject.
As I’ve been to the gym more frequently, I’ve been thinking more and more about it.
What makes someone modest? Or not?
In no way do I consider myself an ultra-conservative modest person. When in the ladies locker room at the gym, I don’t feel the need to use one of the changing stalls to change in and out of my workout clothes/prep for my shower, but at the same time, I don’t go walking around the locker room completely free-ballin’ sans towel. {And yes, I know women can’t “free ball” but you know what I mean}
I haven’t always been this way. Before I had Rylee I was super modest. I was a member at a different gym just after Andy and I were married and I always remember thinking how I couldn’t believe all these women just walked around buck-ass nekked like it was nothing. Most of the time I wouldn’t even change at the gym. And if I did, I most definitely would not shower.
Andy and I would have long conversations about it too. He thought I was dumb for even caring. “The women aren’t there to stare at your boobies, you know.” But I just couldn’t shake it. It made me super squeamish. Even talking about it did.
He never had any problem changing or showering at the gym. Or even sitting in the steam room with nothing but a towel on. {I still can’t work myself up to do that.} He grew up going to the gym, so it was no big thing. He was taught it was no big deal and he could be comfortable in his own skin.
I’m sure that’s where it all stems from. I wasn’t raised in an environment where I even knew what “not modest” was. I remember in the 6th grade being terrified because we had to {GASP!} dress down for PE.
Here’s where this all comes together…I need to foster an attitude of comfort and freedom and pride for who she is for my daughter. I don’t want Rylee to have to wait until she bears a child to be comfortable in her own skin. I don’t want Rylee to ever be embarrassed or shy or whatever about something as trivial as having to change her clothes in front of people. {When appropriate, of course. I for sure don’t want a streaker on my hands.}
Although, even if she does go and join some nudist colony someday, I’m sure I’ll love her just the same.
Okay, so I totally get this. I was a swimmer forever and not just a person who liked to swim but I swam competitively. Everyday I had to change in and out of my swimsuit and I had to learn to be comfortable doing that. I truly believe that there is a balance between wandering around buck a** nekkid and covering yourself with a towel to change. I realize some women are comfortable with the walking around buck nekkid but I'm not necessarily comfortable with having to deflect my eyes from all their business. I say take Rylee swimming and change in the changing room with her and help to teach her how to find the in between. Good luck!
I *so* think it's a fine line. Hahah, I totally get what you mean about having to deflect your eyes from the other ladies' bits. Thanks for the suggestion…we were talking about signing Ry up for swimming lessons this spring, so it will be a great time to get started!