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The Day I Went Nude

The Day I Went Nude

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Published by Effeay
A tongue-in-cheek look at the other 'scandalous dressing' choice that's not supported by society at large, this article is a spin on Mariam Magsi's article 'The Day I Wore a Niqab' that was published on Express Tribune blogs on April 17 2012. It may be considered a derivative of her article, although it is wholly original in its playful yet thought-provoking use of the original article by Magsi.

Written by A.A. (the author wishes to remain pseudonymous) on the same date as the original.
A tongue-in-cheek look at the other 'scandalous dressing' choice that's not supported by society at large, this article is a spin on Mariam Magsi's article 'The Day I Wore a Niqab' that was published on Express Tribune blogs on April 17 2012. It may be considered a derivative of her article, although it is wholly original in its playful yet thought-provoking use of the original article by Magsi.

Written by A.A. (the author wishes to remain pseudonymous) on the same date as the original.

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Disclaimer: This is not an original article. It is almost a word by word copy of the post
on Tribune Blogs, except for minor substitutions.
The author in no way 
 
 wishes to endorse discrimination of any sort by this endeavor, whether of niqab or of 
nudity. The author also doesn‟t wish to endorse that niqab and nudity are equivalent in
some sense. They may be, but that is not the point author wishes to make or defend. Thearticle is an open-
ended hypothetical “social and creative experiment”, and should be
treated as an experiment.
The Day I Went Nude
 Written by Dr. A. A.
 
Books have been written about it, feminists have insulted it. Some, however, havedefended it. Almost every country has a law against it. While there are some extreme cases where women go naked either due to mental instability or sexual promiscuity, most of thenudist women I know in Toronto and Karachi are so baecause of a personal choice.
I have some experience with the performing arts, and expression whereby one uses the body 
and it’s form as a canvas to initiate reaction and to enable visual dialogue between the
performance artist and the viewer. Therefore, as a social and creative experiment, I decidedto go naked for a day in a largely multi-cultural and tolerant society.My first stop was the station where I waited amongst the early risers in their suits, heels,polished shoes and winter jackets for the morning train. Almost every otherperson gawked at me, trying to be discreet, but failing miserably.It had started. The stigma; the discomfort I was causing. I was supposed to conform and wear formal, Western work attire. Instead of looking away, I stared back with my kohl-rimmed eyes, excited for the rest of the day to proceed.However, I realised that their gaze held another sentiment: pity. I figured that in theirminds any woman who chooses to adopt social nudity must either be mentally unstable or acomplete slut.I could hear their thoughts: Vulgar. Indecent. Whore. Crazy. While Canada has a significantnudist community 
 ,
social nudity
 
to this day, causes quite a stir.Ignoring the stares I proceeded to my destination; the art gallery I worked at.
“Excuse me, ma’am… oh wait… M
.?
 What on Earth…
put something on
right now… is this a joke?,” spat out the owner.
I calmly revealed that I was getting in touch with my naturalroots.
“None of this in my space, I am not paying you to discover your roots here, you hear me?”
she said, ordering me to put on clothes. I refused and was asked to take the day off andrecuperate my brains at home.Did I have no right over how I covered my own body? If we had the right to cover it, whatgave others the right to judge us for uncovering it? Moreover, I was the same person without
 
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the clothes, in no way compromising upon creativity, intelligence and work ethics. If anything, I was presenting myself in the least superficial way possible, but getting flack fordoing so.I proceeded to a meeting scheduled with potential clients looking for a weddingphotographer. They had gone over my portfolio and sounded enthusiastic over the phone.They were of German descent, cultured and educated; there was no way they would give methe cold shoulder for going all nude.But I was wrong. As I sat in the lobby of the hotel waiting for them, I attracted questioning gazes, blatantstares and harsh looks. The couple entered, glowing and looking happy and in love andproceeded to the sitting area. They scanned the lobby before taking their seats. Finally, Istood up and took a few tentative steps toward them.
“George and Carla? What a pleasure it is to finally meet you. Let’s discuss some ideas, shall we?” I said excitedly.
 Pin drop silence.
“Is everything okay?” I
implored.
“It’s just that… well… we were expecting someone… errr… umm” George sputtered, at a loss
for words.
“Someone dressed a little differently, perhaps?,”
 
a hint of humour in my tone. “My dressingshouldn’t change anything. I am a
 
hard working photographer 
and I will deliver, that I
promise you. Shall we proceed?”
 
“Actually… my fiancé and I must dash, we’ll get back to you via e
-
mail at a later date,”
andsaying that they rushed out the door.I never received another e-mail or phone call from them.Moving on, I was ready to meet friends for lunch
Pakistanis who considered themselvesliberal, free minded and progressive. Though not completely non-religious, they were stillopen to multi-culturalism so I was sure they would be more accepting of my idea.
“M! Is that you? You silly goose what are you doing?” one of them screeched in the middle of 
a well-known Thai restaurant.
“Well… if you must know, I’m getting back in touch with my 
natural roots and givingNaturist
spirituality a go,” I replied, expecti
ng encouragement.
“Oh please, you can’t
 be sober
, be a social artist and wake up one day wearing that,” they 
scoffed, their unease and embarrassment at being seen with
a woman wearing nothing
.
“Youare either born with that mindset or you are not.”
 

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