This was originally created to go into a forum thread (HERE) which I now realize--after it was pointed out to me--is off limits to those, like myself, who don't meet its criteria. But, rather than waste an observation of what I think is a moral issue for some, I decided to post it here.
Where I grew up there were a couple lakes within a 20 minute drive. On the end of one of these lakes was a small embayment set apart from the main lake by a sandy bar overgrown by vegetation. It was difficult for those on the lake proper to see into the bay. Known as Bare A_ _ Beach, quite a few of those in my high school class--and in other classes as well-- both males and females, would go skinny dipping together. Misbehavior was never a problem. If some new guy had trouble controlling his reaction to it all he was simply told to go take care of it before rejoining the group. Seldom was there more than a dozen of us at any one time, and surprisingly, fairly well divided between the sexes. In all, I would guess that maybe 30-40 different kids hung out there each summer.
It was a very liberating (we all thought we were kind of cool) and a very innocent pastime (not that a new visitor wasn't given the "once over") and, in an odd way, kind of bonded us together. This never created any kind of clique, nor did any high school clique ever dominate the beach. It was a very strange and almost eclectic mix of kids, some of whom initially came solo and then developed new friendships. Although the water was warm, the late summer algae made it a little repulsive to swim in, so almost all our time was spent either sunbathing or throwing a Frisbee around.
This isn't to say people didn't pair up and occasionally engage in a little kissy-face, but that's all the further it went. The school was well aware of the beach and what went on, as were the local police. The school officially condemned the beach. Each spring we would get a warning that it was off limits--I still don't know how they felt it was within their jurisdiction. And the local police would make an occasional "raid" on it and make everyone put on their clothes and leave. No arrests were ever made.
Where I grew up there were a couple lakes within a 20 minute drive. On the end of one of these lakes was a small embayment set apart from the main lake by a sandy bar overgrown by vegetation. It was difficult for those on the lake proper to see into the bay. Known as Bare A_ _ Beach, quite a few of those in my high school class--and in other classes as well-- both males and females, would go skinny dipping together. Misbehavior was never a problem. If some new guy had trouble controlling his reaction to it all he was simply told to go take care of it before rejoining the group. Seldom was there more than a dozen of us at any one time, and surprisingly, fairly well divided between the sexes. In all, I would guess that maybe 30-40 different kids hung out there each summer.
It was a very liberating (we all thought we were kind of cool) and a very innocent pastime (not that a new visitor wasn't given the "once over") and, in an odd way, kind of bonded us together. This never created any kind of clique, nor did any high school clique ever dominate the beach. It was a very strange and almost eclectic mix of kids, some of whom initially came solo and then developed new friendships. Although the water was warm, the late summer algae made it a little repulsive to swim in, so almost all our time was spent either sunbathing or throwing a Frisbee around.
This isn't to say people didn't pair up and occasionally engage in a little kissy-face, but that's all the further it went. The school was well aware of the beach and what went on, as were the local police. The school officially condemned the beach. Each spring we would get a warning that it was off limits--I still don't know how they felt it was within their jurisdiction. And the local police would make an occasional "raid" on it and make everyone put on their clothes and leave. No arrests were ever made.

Thank you - it's weird, I know all the sensible things that I ought to think, and the insistence from my parents, friends and boyfriend that I'm really not overweight does help, but somehow I still see fat, fat, fat when I look in the mirror.