I am not opposed to the idea of nakedness. In fact, under certain circumstances I understand the appeal. However, there are times when I believe a rule of “clothing NOT optional” is absolutely necessary.

My exposure to nakedness occurs primarily at the gym, which makes sense, I think. While I save my nakedness for a very select audience, namely my husband and doctor (who are not the same person), some women are more free in terms of when, where and in front of whom, they are naked.

The other night, post workout, I was on my way out of the gym change room when I saw a woman engaged in conversation with her friend – now, an important detail that I should mention is that the woman was naked, aside from a pair of black tube socks and white runners. I couldn’t help but look at the 63-year-old Eastern European woman, who was built like an ox, eating a banana, and talking to her friend, whilst standing in a side lunge position. At that moment a series of ‘whys’ ran through my head: why did she choose a banana over clothing in that moment? Why did she leave her socks and shoes on but strip her sweaty body of everything else? Why the black socks with white runners? Why the side lunge stance? I am normally better at seeking out information in this regard, but she caught me off guard.

At that moment judgy Kate deemed her behaviour socially unacceptable. However, as I sit here now, naked, wearing black socks with running shoes, banana in one hand, typing with the other, I can admit that Helga might be on to something – multitasking at its finest, folks!

Ok, I kid (to clarify, I am fully clothed and all out of bananas)! The judgment stands: thou shalt not eat bananas in public, or semi-public, places whilst naked. Edict established. Now, who wants to enforce compliance? Helga could totally take me.

Stay great (and sufficiently clothed)! xoxo