There's some solace, I guess, in having a body that no one would want to see naked. When you catch a glimpse of your naked body in a mirror in your house and you cringe, you are way past the neighbors spying on you through inadvertently un-pulled shades and the like. Your visage now falls into the "information overload" category. Even Medusa held a weird morbid fascination that made people want to look even when they knew it was deadly to do so. No, people really, really, really don't want to know what you look like naked. They don't want that image in their minds. Sort of like when we were teenagers we were told that if you ever get a hard on at an inopportune time, just immagine, in as much detail as you can, Ronny Regan and Maggie Thatcher going at it on the kitchen table; that'll send you running to the chapel to beg the Lord to cleanse your mind. People won't steal what they don't want or can't sell. Be that.