So there I was in the dressing room putting my stuff in my locker when out of the corner of my eye it was hard not to notice the gal next to me was indeed buck naked. Now, there's nothing wrong with being that exposed really. I mean, it's the women's locker room, we are all women. But still...and the thing is she wasn't the only one. Actually a few, not all, but a few women seemed fine with stripping down to their birthday suit and changing in front of everyone. My first thought was to be embarrased they were sharing their private selves, parts and all, with the rest of us...and then I actually felt a twinge of jealousy.
Not because these women had beautiful bodies and nothing to hide. Quite the contrary. The woman next to me was probably in her mid-forties, had some stomache flab, and I must say some saggy boobs. Not that I was looking that hard-except it was hard not to. But the thing is they were okay with themselves, flaws and all and were not ashamed of the way they were. I, on the other hand, grabbed my workout clothes and dodged into the stinky bathroom area and into a most likely very unsanitary stall to change where no one could see me, prefering to suffer and hide, only wishing I had the strength and gumption to not be afraid to be naked, too.