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That night, she stood alone by the pond. The moon was a perfect crescent, and the water was black glass. She looked down at her body—pale and imperfect and entirely hers—and for the first time, she didn’t see flaws.

For the first hour, she watched. She cataloged bodies the way she’d been trained to: the architecture of a spine, the way skin wrinkled at the elbows, the gentle sway of breasts as a woman walked, the surprising beauty of a man’s knobby knees. She noticed that no one looked like a magazine. Everyone looked like a person. Purenudism Junior Miss Nudist Beauty Pageant

Her reflection smiled back.