When an older lady walks through the locker-room nude I have an urge to catch up with her to express my thanks.
What takes place under our clothing is needlessly frightening and shocking because our culture insists that it be. Our acceptance of body-shame for getting older is ridiculous. It’s small, ignorant and absent of reality.
I confess that I, too, suffer the shame of which I am speaking. I am working on it. When I am 90, you’ll see me smiling proudly at the bus stop, wearing nothing but a hat.