A place where you are comfortable naked is a special place.
It’s not everywhere one feels comfortable being naked. Naked is a personal thing, a vulnerable thing. A place has to offer something, it can’t just be anyplace.
Work? Probably not super comfortable.
A stall in the airport bathroom? Not very good.
The doctor’s office? A hotel? I mean, honestly, kind of OK?
Your own home? Fantastic; lordly.
Your bedroom with the door closed? Absolutely perfect.
My backyard is, surprisingly, a pretty comfortable spot for me to be naked. I take the position that, should a neighbor happen to see me skinny-dipping or showering in the outdoor shower or maybe just passing-by sans vestments, it’s on them. Likewise, the choice to either look away or continue to gaze upon my hairy lumpy form – also on them. Maybe there’s a law or something that conflicts with that “stance?”