Nudist Wonderland

2. "The Media Literacy Toolkit" (Educational/Editorial Feature)

Walking back to the bench, I passed a mirror hanging on a tree. I saw a person. Not a "good" body or a "bad" body. Just a body. A vessel that has carried me through joy, illness, laughter, and loss. nudist wonderland

I never told anyone I went to Nudist Wonderland. There was a delicious privacy in that—an irony, perhaps, that such an exposed place had become, for me, a secret. I would sometimes walk by the red gate and sit on the step, listening to the muffled whir of distant lawnmowers, and think of the boy chasing bubbles, the old men, the poet on the hay bale. The flyer came down from the telephone pole months later; perhaps someone took it for themselves, like a charm. Not a "good" body or a "bad" body