Miss Naturism «Quick · 2027»

I kept the sunflower on my desk for years. And every time I looked at it, I remembered that the most undressed I had ever felt was not when I finally took off my clothes by the river on the last morning, but when I realized that no one had noticed I was wearing them in the first place.

On the first day, I kept my camera in my bag. I wore a sundress and felt absurdly overdressed. Everyone else was bare as stones, and after a while, I stopped seeing their bodies as anything remarkable. They were just people: reading, playing pétanque, peeling oranges. A grandfather taught his granddaughter how to skip stones. Two women shared a bottle of rosé and laughed at something on their phone.

My anxiety about nudity melted into a stranger anxiety: I was the only one hiding. miss naturism

It was the summer of mismatched expectations. I was twenty-three, a junior photo editor for a glossy but unadventurous travel magazine, and my boss had just handed me an assignment I was certain was a prank.

The contest took place on the third day. There was no stage, no swimsuit round, no evening gowns. The “competition” was a long, meandering walk through the forest, ending at a clearing by the river. Each participant was invited to speak for three minutes about what naturism meant to them. I kept the sunflower on my desk for years

I never became a naturist myself. But I kept one thing from that valley: a small, hand-carved sunflower that Elara sent me after the article came out. On the back, in her careful script, she had written:

I did not photograph her body. I photographed her hands—resting at her sides, fingers slightly curled, as if still holding the warmth of her words. I photographed the feet of the young woman with the mastectomy scar, pressing into the moss. I photographed the old truck driver’s back as he bent to pick a wild strawberry, the vertebrae like a string of smooth stones. I wore a sundress and felt absurdly overdressed

The title, I learned, had nothing to do with youth or conventional beauty. It was awarded to the person who best embodied the philosophy of the event: integrity, comfort in one’s own skin, and a deep, uncompetitive joy in the natural world. The prize was a hand-carved wooden sunflower.