I grew up in a small town in Korea, a homogeneous country. Every Sunday morning, our family went to the public bath, a Korean ritual. I remember the impressive moment when a collection of naked bodies, ranging from babies to old women, scrubbed and cared for their skin. They helped each other clean their bodies. Even strangers were welcome. My mother and I touched, squeezed, and smelled our bodies. I was confused about whose body was whose. The intimate public bath was packed and no one was ashamed of being naked. Soon, the bodies became one.