She walked toward the communal lake, her heart hammering. She expected eyes to follow her, judging the cellulite on her legs or the way her stomach folded when she moved. But as she reached the water’s edge, she saw a dozen people. Some were thin, some were heavy; there were scars, surgical marks, sagging skin, and athletic muscles.

"Deep breaths," a voice said. It was Elena, the retreat guide, whose skin was a map of silver stretch marks and wisdom. Elena wasn’t 'brave' for being nude; she was simply present. Maya let her sundress fall.

Spend time at home unclothed, getting used to your own reflection without judgment.