Starkers — and Unashamed

IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA, summer means “fun in the sun!” In the sprinklers, at the pool, or on the beach, that’s where I spent my summers – from age two, to twenty-two. Sunscreen was for sissies. Us cool kids infused baby oil with iodine, rubbed it on our skin, then fried our hides in the sun like pork rinds. I distinctly remember the pleasure of undergoing a “good burn,” then admiring my healthy glow in the mirror afterwards, feeling the heat radiate out from my skin, and through my clothes. (Yep, ignorance is bliss.) My first boyfriend taught me to body
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