A long time ago (in a dormitory far, far away) I was definitely an exhibitionist and frequently nude around friends. I wasn't a nudist since, for me, it wasn't a conscious lifestyle. I was an athlete and enjoyed showing off, and if alcohol or drugs were involved I just felt like getting naked.
Then, after getting married and stopping the athletics, I got fat.
On my blog I've talked frequently about getting fitter than I was ten years ago - I was morbidly obese and am now down 70+ pounds from my highest weight. While I was seriously overweight I kept my clothes on in most situations, excepting medical exams - of which there were many - and our hot tub/pool. Being nude didn't bother me but I didn't seek it out.
Something I anticipated and has now come to pass is that
I'm back to being nude more frequently, an echo of my college years. Again, not as a lifestyle but swimming and tanning in the nude. (I have private back yard.) My physical therapist has stopped bothering with a drape after we talked about it. I sleep nude. So a lot of time spent sans clothing. So I may be a nudist in development.
If I'm dressed I don't dream about taking the clothes off. But
just a week or so ago I found that when I'm already nude I really don't want to put the clothes on, I just want to stay that naked.
It's relatively new, and yet old at the same time.