Why God Made Us Nude

One Woman’s Journey of Faith, Freedom, and a Whole Lot Less Laundry

De: Justine Hudson

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

I have yet to meet a newborn who came into this world wearing a pair of cargo shorts. Every single baby I’ve ever seen — and I’ve seen quite a few, between nieces, nephews, church nursery duty, and that time I helped a mama deliver in the back of a minivan — came into this life bare as the day God dreamed them up. Pink skin, tiny fingers, little toes, all wrapped in the miraculous “I just got here” glow. And you know what? Not one of them seemed embarrassed about it. Nobody’s born clutching a blanket to cover up. Nobody’s fussing about their waistline. It’s just them, pure and new, ready to be hugged and loved without a single stitch of fabric in the way.

Now, somewhere between that first breath and our first day of preschool, somebody tells us we’re supposed to be ashamed of the very thing God made us to be — a body in His image. We get told to cover it, hide it, be careful about it. And sure, I understand there’s a world of difference between childlike innocence and grown-up foolishness. I am not talking about running around acting like modesty is a bad word. But somewhere along the line, we got so tangled up in “cover up” that we forgot God’s original design didn’t come with pockets, zippers, or a return policy.

I grew up in a family where clothes were a given, but not because anyone really thought about it. You just wore them. That was the rule. No one ever sat me down to explain why. We dressed for school, for church, for dinner at Grandma’s. We had “play clothes” and “good clothes,” and even “don’t you dare get grass stains on this” clothes. And all the while, in Sunday school, I was learning about a garden called Eden where Adam and Eve walked around naked without a care in the world — until the day they ate the fruit and decided to start a fig leaf fashion trend.

That always stuck with me. Why would God make Adam and Eve naked to begin with, if the goal was always to cover them? Why would He call His creation “very good” if it was something we needed to hide under layers? Nobody in my church seemed too keen on answering that, so I kept the question tucked away like a pebble in my shoe.

Fast forward a few decades, and here I am — a grown woman, a wife, a believer, and yes, a nudist — still fascinated by the fact that God’s first draft of humanity didn’t include so much as a pair of socks. John and I have talked about it over many cups of coffee on our back porch, where we spend most mornings just as God made us, letting the sun warm our skin and the breeze remind us we are alive. We joke that Adam and Eve never had to worry about laundry, but the truth is, the way God created them speaks volumes about how He sees the human body.

And here’s the kicker — your body, my body, every person’s body was handcrafted by the same God who painted sunsets and carved out mountains. He didn’t slap skin over bones as a practical afterthought. He shaped us intentionally, and He called it good. Not “good if you cover it up.” Not “good if you meet the current beauty standard.” Just good.

The way I see it, we’re born without pockets because we weren’t meant to carry shame about our bodies. Shame came later, after sin walked in the door. But from the very first heartbeat in the very first garden, God’s intention was freedom, openness, and connection — with Him, with each other, and with the world He made. I think we’ve lost a little bit of that along the way.

So, if you’ll walk with me for a bit — and I mean that figuratively, although if you prefer literally, I won’t stop you — let’s go back to the beginning. Let’s peek over the garden wall, see what God was up to, and figure out why the Creator of the universe decided to debut humanity without so much as a pair of shoes.