My mum has often told me that all it takes is having a baby for you to lose all inhibition; once you’ve bared it all to a bunch of midwives, no doubt standing naked for five seconds in a gym changing room is light work. But I don’t think it’s unreasonable to feel slightly weird about baring your arse to a load of strangers when we live in a country that has almost prided itself on its prudishness.

In Scandinavian countries, where saunas are a part of daily life and nakedness is celebrated, I get that cowering in a corner trying to cover your bits might be jarring but here, where many of us are still trying get comfy with exposing our midriffs by working out in just a sports bra, changing room confidence can be a work in progress. Perhaps I’ll try to aim to be as confident with my body as the women around me – getting dried and dressed as normal, without the damp towel skirt hiding my modesty. If you end up in the same changing room, I’ll be the person furiously avoiding eye contact.

Body confidence: “Am I the only one who doesn’t feel comfortable being naked at the gym?”