- Illustration by Sierra Lundy

Should I shave? I flip this question over in my mind a dozen times. I know Zoe does, and heB次元官网网址檚 seen her before. Then again, she says heB次元官网网址檚 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 itB次元官网网址檚 only an illusion. I throw the razor in my bag just in case.

IB次元官网网址檓 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 IB次元官网网址檝e insisted come along. SheB次元官网网址檚 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 oneB次元官网网址檚 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 shouldnB次元官网网址檛 we feel casual about seeing them and having them seen by others? WomenB次元官网网址檚 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. IB次元官网网址檓 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 B次元官网网址渉ere I am, no big dealB次元官网网址� 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 havenB次元官网网址檛 considered the logistics of this. Shoot. I donB次元官网网址檛 know a single pose. But Zoe says itB次元官网网址檒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 B次元官网网址� high quality and in black. ItB次元官网网址檚 like it was made for me.

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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 canB次元官网网址檛 believe what weB次元官网网址檙e here for. I canB次元官网网址檛 believe IB次元官网网址檓 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 thereB次元官网网址檚 a robe for me to wear in the bathroom whenever I decide to get ready. I follow his direction and head to B次元官网网址渃hange.B次元官网网址� This doesnB次元官网网址檛 seem like the right word when thereB次元官网网址檚 nothing to change into B次元官网网址� but B次元官网网址渟tripB次元官网网址� is worse.

I begin undressing.

My body and I are on relatively amicable terms. I donB次元官网网址檛 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 IB次元官网网址檝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. IB次元官网网址檓 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. B次元官网网址淲henever youB次元官网网址檙e ready,B次元官网网址� 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 IB次元官网网址檓 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 itB次元官网网址檚 done and I twist a different way.

B次元官网网址淵ouB次元官网网址檙e a natural!B次元官网网址� Charles says. He is engaged in polite conversation with Zoe.

I listen to the scritch-scratch of their pencils. I examine CharlesB次元官网网址檚 studio meticulously. ItB次元官网网址檚 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 isnB次元官网网址檛 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 bodyB次元官网网址檚 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 CharlesB次元官网网址檚 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 donB次元官网网址檛 know how to take the compliments. We say our goodbyes and I run down the driveway.

B次元官网网址淪o, how did that feel?B次元官网网址� Zoe asks excitedly.

B次元官网网址淚 donB次元官网网址檛 know. Fine, I think.B次元官网网址� ItB次元官网网址檚 the truth. IB次元官网网址檓 not quite sure how I feel. IB次元官网网址檓 glad I went through with it and IB次元官网网址檓 glad itB次元官网网址檚 done with. I still feel nothing as we part ways. But later, as I travel back home, I am suddenly struck with shame. I canB次元官网网址檛 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 donB次元官网网址檛 feel empowered. I donB次元官网网址檛 feel exposed. I donB次元官网网址檛 feel a new confidence in my body. I just feel weird about requesting an arrangement to stand naked in a strangerB次元官网网址檚 basement.

I carry ZoeB次元官网网址檚 sketches, rolled up with two elastic bands, under my arm as I wait to transfer busses. ItB次元官网网址檚 late. ItB次元官网网址檚 cold now, and I remember the sweater Zoe has given me. I put it on under my bomber jacket and IB次元官网网址檓 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.

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