“I’m not having some stranger rub my naked body for an hour. That’s just weird!” This was my response to a work colleague over a decade ago when she was trying to convince me that I needed to start getting massages as it would help “relieve my stress”. I wasn’t stressed. My body felt fine and I was in good shape. I didn’t need a massage. And, I couldn’t imagine anyone touching me that way. But like the old saying…