There’s a time and place for “The Naked Man.” Wait. No, there isn’t. 

New rule: Body acceptance be damned, if *I* can’t be naked, YOU can’t be naked, and I am way the fuck cuter than you naked. 

By the way, I didn’t write this — I wish I had, but it’s a friend of a friend. I just love the wordplay that accompanies the incredibly valid point. “Ambushed.” Tee hee. (I know, I’m 12.)