I’ve been practising naturism for many years. For me, being naked on a beach isn’t something extraordinary, nor is it a way to attract attention. It’s simply a way to feel free, enjoy the sea and connect with nature without feeling the need to hide behind anything.
That day in Valle Niza, I felt like walking along the beach and taking a few photographs. I hadn’t planned a special photoshoot or imagined exactly how I wanted the pictures to turn out. I was simply there, enjoying the moment, and I wanted to keep a memory of that experience.
My body changes, and so does the way I see it
When I look at the photographs afterwards, I like some more than others. I suppose that happens to all of us. There are pictures in which I immediately recognise myself, while in others I focus too much on the details I don’t particularly like.
My body has changed over the years. And the way I look at it has changed too.
Some days I feel comfortable, confident and happy to show myself as I am. On other days, I’m more critical of myself. Accepting every change isn’t always easy, even when you’ve spent a long time learning to live comfortably with your own body.
But I believe that’s also where authenticity lies: in no longer demanding that every photograph be perfect, that my body always fit a particular image or that I must like what I see every single day to feel good about myself.
I don’t need a perfect body to enjoy my body.
That day, I was naked, walking along the beach, feeling the air on my skin and enjoying the sea. I didn’t need anything else. The photographs are simply a way of preserving that moment, including the things I like about them and the things I might do differently today.
Naturism is part of my life
Sometimes, when people talk about naturism, it seems as though there always has to be an explanation. As if being naked needs to be justified, or as if a body must meet certain expectations before it can be shown naturally.
I experience it in a much simpler way.
Naturism has been part of my life for many years. It’s a personal experience that allows me to enjoy nature, feel comfortable with my own nudity and remember that the body doesn’t always have to be something to fix, improve or compare with other people’s bodies.
I don’t see myself the same way every day. I don’t always feel the same either. But that doesn’t change what it means to me to spend time on a naturist beach and enjoy that sense of freedom.
This is me on the beach, without planning anything special
I’ve decided to share these photographs because they’re part of my story, and I don’t want to show only a carefully selected version of myself.
I’m a woman who has lived, experienced change, had better and worse days in front of the mirror, and continues to discover new ways to feel comfortable in her own skin.
I’m not trying to teach anyone a lesson or convince anyone to practise naturism. Nor do I need to turn every moment into a statement. Sometimes, a photograph is simply a memory of a lovely day, a beach and a feeling of freedom.
That day, I was in Valle Niza, naked, enjoying the sea. And I wanted to keep that memory.
Perhaps that’s the most personal thing about these photographs: they aren’t trying to tell an extraordinary story. They reflect something ordinary in my life, a way of living and a relationship with my body that continues to evolve.
Discover my naturist gallery in Valle Niza
If you’d like to see all the photographs from that experience, I invite you to visit my gallery. You’ll find more pictures from that day on the beach, without embellishment and from a personal perspective.
View the complete gallery: Me, a Naturist in Valle Niza
Because, in the end, it’s not about showing a perfect body. It’s about living naturally in your own body, accepting that it changes and enjoying those moments when you feel, quite simply, free.
