After dreading, and yet being excited, about poseing nude for so long it was an actual sort of a let down to do it. I guess I was hoping it would be more life altering. I thought I’d walk out of there all empowered but I wasn’t. I felt pretty good and brave and confident but my world view didn’t shift dramatically. It really wasn’t all that hard to do when I got down to it. Maybe I had just prepped and visualized the scene and my place in it so much beforehand that when it came down to it I was ready. I’d do it again. I think people with body image problems should take a life drawing class. We don’t all look like Angelina Jolie or Eva Longoria under our clothes (or with them on for that matter). Seeing what a real person looks like, and realizing that the body in all it’s configurations is a beautiful thing is, well, a beautiful thing.