1. Core Event When I was younger, I had a very humiliating and traumatic experience in the communal showers at Boy Scout camp. At the time, I was about 12 or 13 years old. I was already stepping outside my comfort zone by showering in my underwear. While I was showering with a friend, an entire troop of about 12 to 15 boys, ranging in ages from about 12 -18 years old, stood outside the showers watching me, pointing, laughing, mocking me, and making comments about everything I did. Most of their attention was directed at me rather than my friend because I was closer to them. He was wearing board shorts, so Im not sure if he was affected by this as deeply as I was. I remember feeling so nervous and humiliated that I was physically shaking. At one point, I dropped the soap, and when I bent down to pick it up, i heard "oooh, HE DROPPED THE SOAP!!!" And more laughter. I don't remember everything they said, but I remember how terrible and exposed I felt. What was already a vulnerable experience became something deeply humiliating. Before that incident, I had been willing to push myself outside my comfort zone, but afterward, I became much more uncomfortable with exposing my body around other people. Even today, remembering that experience brings back some of those same physical feelings of fear and humiliation. 2. The Story I Told Myself I started feeling like my body was something I needed to hide and protect from other people's judgment. I became uncomfortable being physically exposed, even when I was fully clothed. I would wear oversized jackets, hoodies, and long pants, even at the beach, because I felt safer when people couldn't see my body. I think that experience, along with my upbringing and comments people made about my body during puberty, contributed to my insecurities. Even as an adult, I sometimes struggle with body confidence, being vulnerable, and allowing myself to be fully seen by others. 3. Reframing the Experience Looking back, I feel compassion for that younger version of myself. What happened was embarrassing and hurtful, and it was wrong for those boys to treat me that way. I was young, scared, and vulnerable, and it was okay for me to feel those emotions.