I reach around and undo my bra. It’s OK, Risky sees my boobs every day when I pump. I fold it up and put it under my clothes in the locker. I then slowly pull down my knickers, and pop them in too. And so here I am, naked in a changing room. A tall skinny woman with a nice tan storms in. I grab the robe and put it on.

‘OK, you ready?’ Risky asks.

‘My body has changed a lot. I could have done with some mental preparation before I got naked in front of people, that’s all.’

‘You look amazing,’ Risky tells me. ‘I love this place. Women of all shapes and sizes walking around like the fashion industry never even happened. I love it. My mum and I come here all the time.’

I look around and see that she is right. A large black lady is sitting on the edge of a small pool. Her extra-long breasts dangling over the rolls of her belly. She is chatting and laughing with her friend who is immersed in water. On the other side of the room, standing in line for a shower, is a very thin lady, maybe in her seventies. She has short white hair, her breasts are mere flaps of skin with nipples. Her knees have hoods, her neck wobbles when she moves. Her pubic hair is straight and grey. To her right, there’s a short woman, maybe in her forties. Her red hair is the exact colour of her pubes, and goes down nearly as far as her knees.

All of these women are so different, yet they are all the same. I take off my robe and hang it on a hook.

‘OK, I love this one. It’s really hot and the minerals in the water are purifying and make your skin feel so soft,’ Risky says, stepping down into a small pool with steam rising from it. She respectfully looks away as I lower my naked body into the water.

‘This is very nice,’ I say, settling in.

‘I told you so!’ she says, proudly.

After a few moments, the large black lady comes to get in. I’m not so down with the etiquette and as I smile at her, it is impossible for me to ignore the pinkness of her labia as it gets closer to my face. It sinks under the water and her breasts float up like life rafts in front of her.

‘I could never drown with these attached to me,’ she says, smiling.

Risky kicks me under the water because she finds it funny.

‘Aren’t women amazing?’ she says, leaning over to me.

‘Yes,’ I say, feeling perfect in my skin for the first time in a very long time. ‘Yes, we absolutely are.’

Ruby