I probably was becoming a nudist ...

I guess my introduction to nudism was at my boyfriend's house back in the 90's. We went nude together whenever his mom wasn't home. Taking nudity out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, the living room, or even his backyard for some sunbathing was a new experience for me, and one that I really enjoyed.
At that time I still lived with my parents and can remember coming home one afternoon to find the house empty and immediately taking off my clothes to see what a "solo" nude experience was like. I enjoyed that too, and soon was going privately nude in my room even when family was home. Once, my older brother came in and stood there grinning at me as I was laying naked on my bed reading a book. He said, "What are you, some kind of nudist?" I think I said something elegant like, "Get out, jerk!" but afterward was pleased to think to myself that I probably was becoming a nudist.
When I got my own apartment, I could finally go nude as much as I pleased, which was pretty much always. I met a new guy who took me to a nude beach, and that opened up a whole new world to me. Years later I became a life model and actually got paid to be nude which was another enjoyable experience.
After all this time I still enjoy being nude daily and hope that never changes. If they ever put me in the old folks home, I can only hope it's a clothing-optional one. I think I'd be miserable otherwise
Annie
Life is best lived bare