The human body is
a beautiful, dynamic thing. It can do just about anything. Sometimes its
exposure is too much for bystanders.
After working
out, a hot shower feels amazing. It recharges you. One evening, after an
intense cardio session, I headed back to my locker after my shower. I was
wrapped in my towel getting ready to get dressed, when a lady who’d just had
her own shower came walking through the locker area. She was completely naked
except for the towel wrapped around her hair. Of all the areas of her that
needed a towel, her hair could’ve gone without.
I silently hoped
that she would go to a different area of lockers. I didn’t hope hard enough
because she stopped right at the locker next to mine. I proceeded to look
forward while slipping on my underwear underneath my towel.
“How’s it going
today?” the nude woman asked.
“Fine. Thank you,”
I said still looking forward.
She began to take
the towel from her hair. The whole thing seemed odd to me. I have no problem
with the female body, but I only want to see my own naked. Whether she was a
supermodel or a sumo wrestler, I didn’t want to see her business. If it has
been in a large steam room, that would’ve been something different entirely.
“So what’s the
weather like out there?”
Not only was she
immodest, but now she was engaging me in elevator chatter. Fantastic. She had
now hiked her leg up on the carpeted bench under our row of lockers and began
drying it with her towel. I wished my peripheral vision hadn’t worked that day.
I now was looking away as I slipped on my jeans.
“Not sure,” I
said responding to her question. “I’ve been in the rec center.”
She must have
noticed my discomfort. The lady stopped drying her leg and put her hands on her
hips.
“What’s your
problem?” she asked pointedly.
I turned around
and looked her square in the eye. I couldn’t look anywhere else.
“I’m just trying
to get dressed,” I replied.
“I’m just being
friendly and you’re being rude.”
“No, I’m getting
dressed and you’re asking me questions…naked.”
“We’re all women.
This is the women’s locker room.”
“It is the women’s
locker room,” I countered. “Not Orange Is
the New Black.”
She huffed off to
another locker area. I continued getting dressed.
Nudity has its
time and place. The nude form of another needn’t be pushed on anyone. A naked
body is the anatomy in its truest form. Sometimes, you aren’t in the mood for
someone else’s truth.
