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Elara sat for another ten minutes. She watched a teenager with acne on her back run into the waves without a backward glance. She watched a man with a colostomy bag play fetch with a dog, the bag swaying gently, no one staring. She watched a pregnant woman—hugely, gloriously pregnant—lie on her stomach in the sand, her belly pressing a perfect round mound into the towel beneath her.

She stood up. Her hands trembled as she untucked the towel from under her arms. The air hit her skin—first her shoulders, then her breasts, then the soft curve of her belly, then the place between her legs she had been taught was a secret, a shame, a thing to hide. Purenudism Videos Pool 13

“I swam naked,” she said.

In the parking lot, she sat in her dusty hatchback, gripping the steering wheel. Her stomach—the one that had carried two children and survived one miscarriage—pressed soft against the waistband of her shorts. Her thighs were a map of cellulite and faded stretch marks, silvered like lightning. Her left breast sat slightly lower than her right, a souvenir from a benign lump removal she’d never quite made peace with. Elara sat for another ten minutes