- Illustration by Sierra Lundy

Should I shave? I flip this question over in my mind a dozen times. I know Zoe does, and he害羞草研究所檚 seen her before. Then again, she says he害羞草研究所檚 in his 70s, and a natural bush was a given back when he would have been around women my age. Also, a bit of hair might provide just the slightest means of protection, even if it害羞草研究所檚 only an illusion. I throw the razor in my bag just in case.

I害羞草研究所檓 heading to meet my stepsister, who is taking me to my first ever life-modelling gig. There, I will pose nude for the sake of art. Drawing me will be a single client, Charles, and Zoe, who I害羞草研究所檝e insisted come along. She害羞草研究所檚 modelled for him before, and has arranged this session at my inclination of interest.

Nudity is a strangely loaded concept. The various attitudes and implications related to exposing one害羞草研究所檚 body are beyond contradictory, and the lines between empowerment, exploitation and exhibitionism are muddy at best. But nudity is universal! Everybody has a body and why shouldn害羞草研究所檛 we feel casual about seeing them and having them seen by others? Women害羞草研究所檚 figures are beautiful and deserve to occupy more than just sexual spaces. I tell myself I feel okay about others seeing my naked body, but I know that I am lying to some degree.

This is where Charles comes in. Charles participates in a weekly life-drawing class, where a group of people gather around a nude model and draw for two hours. I害羞草研究所檓 hoping that his interest in the human figure in a desexualized context, and my participation in this exchange, will be a way to confront my own internalized taboos and insecurities. I want to be confident in nakedness, I want to feel good about my body in a platonic 害羞草研究所渉ere I am, no big deal害羞草研究所� kind of way.

So I set out, flipping between anxiety and confidence, excitement and dread. I meet up with Zoe and we debrief. She reassures me. She tells me that the hardest part is coming up with and holding new poses. I suddenly realize I haven害羞草研究所檛 considered the logistics of this. Shoot. I don害羞草研究所檛 know a single pose. But Zoe says it害羞草研究所檒l be fine, that they just come naturally and there are no wrong positions. She says to twist; twists are interesting.

I mull over her advice as we hop into the car. In the back is a pile of clothes that she tells me to look over. I pull out a like-new super-soft sweater 害羞草研究所� high quality and in black. It害羞草研究所檚 like it was made for me.

害羞草研究所淗ave it!害羞草研究所� she says. I stuff it in my bag, and am distracted from our destination just long enough to feel minor relief.

Eventually, we park at the base of Charles害羞草研究所檚 driveway and the moment of 害羞草研究所渋s it too late to turn around?害羞草研究所� hits. It is. The dread takes over and fills my feet as we trudge up the driveway. Charles害羞草研究所檚 door is bright red. I am pulsing with anxiety as Zoe knocks on it.

Charles opens the door. He is a small man with grey hair and a black beard. We head up to the kitchen and his wife, Sally, jumps right into the conversation. She offers us Girl Guide cookies. I can害羞草研究所檛 believe what we害羞草研究所檙e here for. I can害羞草研究所檛 believe I害羞草研究所檓 doing this.

The studio is impressive. There are work tables easels, shelves of materials, drawers of different paper sheets, toolboxes of charcoals, and jars of sketching pencils. A grey paper backdrop hangs from a roller on one wall and onto the floor, making a stage. It is illuminated by a menacing spotlight. I am thankful for the professionalism it portends. Also intimidated.

Charles says there害羞草研究所檚 a robe for me to wear in the bathroom whenever I decide to get ready. I follow his direction and head to 害羞草研究所渃hange.害羞草研究所� This doesn害羞草研究所檛 seem like the right word when there害羞草研究所檚 nothing to change into 害羞草研究所� but 害羞草研究所渟trip害羞草研究所� is worse.

I begin undressing.

My body and I are on relatively amicable terms. I don害羞草研究所檛 fall too far outside of the desirable norm. But puberty brought large, heavy, wideset breasts to my otherwise petite frame. This is supposedly a good thing, according to almost everyone I complain to. To me, it has always been a source of deep insecurity.

I struggle to get the cuffs of my jeans over my ankles and realize I害羞草研究所檝e left my socks on last. How unsexy. Is that a good thing? I avoid looking down at myself as I slip into the robe. It is silk. As I step back into the room, they are still setting up their things and I stand waiting, unsure of when to take the robe off. I害羞草研究所檓 anxious to get it over with.

Charles explains that we will start with a few one-minute poses, then move onto two minutes, then a couple of fives, and finish with one or two long holds. 害羞草研究所淲henever you害羞草研究所檙e ready,害羞草研究所� he prompts.

I slip the silk off and drop it in a pile to the side. Zoe is smiling at me. I feel surprisingly relaxed now that I害羞草研究所檓 actually just naked. Yet I am certainly aware of the shallowness of my breathing.

I move into the spotlight and decide to start facing backwards. I raise one arm over my head and twist my torso. They both remark that this is a great position.

So it begins. One minute seems longer than it usually does. Then it害羞草研究所檚 done and I twist a different way.

害羞草研究所淵ou害羞草研究所檙e a natural!害羞草研究所� Charles says. He is engaged in polite conversation with Zoe.

I listen to the scritch-scratch of their pencils. I examine Charles害羞草研究所檚 studio meticulously. It害羞草研究所檚 almost boring. Now the five minutes. Time ticks away ever so slowly. I realize that I am so focused on staying still that the whole naked thing isn害羞草研究所檛 really a thing. Finally Charles calls time and tells me I can take a break and stretch. I again become acutely aware of my nakedness and pull my arms across my chest. I feel my body害羞草研究所檚 awkward posture outside of a deliberate position. The break is the longest part yet. I am relieved when we start again.

We do a long pose and I read every single title on Charles害羞草研究所檚 bookshelf. They are organized by subject. Suddenly the session is over; I slip back into the robe and briskly head for the bathroom. Jeans have never felt so comforting.

When I emerge, Charles and Zoe are comparing drawings as Sally gushes over them. They all applaud me as well, and I don害羞草研究所檛 know how to take the compliments. We say our goodbyes and I run down the driveway.

害羞草研究所淪o, how did that feel?害羞草研究所� Zoe asks excitedly.

害羞草研究所淚 don害羞草研究所檛 know. Fine, I think.害羞草研究所� It害羞草研究所檚 the truth. I害羞草研究所檓 not quite sure how I feel. I害羞草研究所檓 glad I went through with it and I害羞草研究所檓 glad it害羞草研究所檚 done with. I still feel nothing as we part ways. But later, as I travel back home, I am suddenly struck with shame. I can害羞草研究所檛 quite place its source but I find myself pushing the memory of the day out of my mind, avoiding reflection, not ready to process it.

Was I expecting something bigger? I don害羞草研究所檛 feel empowered. I don害羞草研究所檛 feel exposed. I don害羞草研究所檛 feel a new confidence in my body. I just feel weird about requesting an arrangement to stand naked in a stranger害羞草研究所檚 basement.

I carry Zoe害羞草研究所檚 sketches, rolled up with two elastic bands, under my arm as I wait to transfer busses. It害羞草研究所檚 late. It害羞草研究所檚 cold now, and I remember the sweater Zoe has given me. I put it on under my bomber jacket and I害羞草研究所檓 instantly warm. I think of our relationship and how great it is to have a sister who knows me, who sees me, who reminds me I exist beyond skin. Our closeness has nothing to do with our physical bodies.

When I get home I unroll the three pages and show my girlfriend the drawings.

害羞草研究所淲hoa. She got your tits perfectly,害羞草研究所� she says.

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