Pose nude for an art class

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.

OK, so I don’t really WANT to do this but I’m working on my Masters and doing an non-fiction writing Independent Study. The theme is trying new things (A friend pointed me toward this website after talking to her about the project). So, I’m going to do 5 new things that I’ve either always wanted to do or that take me out of my comfort zone. Posing nude is one of the latter. The other 4 are get drunk (yup, I made it to 28 without ever getting drunk), spend the weekend alone with my grandparents, climb Mount Washington (the highest peak in New England, USA), and kill a chicken. I figure I’ll get some pretty good and diverse stuff to write about from those 5.