Sorry to leave you in a lurch last night, eaters. I was a busy ‘Baby. But when you hear why the wait will be worth it.
(Does anyone realize the massive amount of alliteration I just used? And I didn’t even plan it.)
Before I dish, though, I have to issue a warning.
WARNING:
If you’re elderly, related to me, or offended by nudity stop reading.
Look at this picture…
Think cute thoughts and come back tomorrow.
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Okay, brave eaters. Are you ready to hear what I was doing last night?
Deep breathe…nude modeling!
Shocked? Let me explain.
The art department at my school has a sketch group every Wednesday night for which they hire models.
A few weeks ago a call for models went out and without even thinking I threw my name into the hat. I’m no nudist. I’m not even an exhibitionist. But lately I had been feeling extraordinarily comfortable in my skin (thanks to getting closer to finding a balance in my eating and exercising). And I grew up in the art word (read — surrounded by paintings of naked women) so I knew it wasn’t creepy or sexual.
But still. I would be taking my clothes off in front of whatever art students happened to show up (which in the case of last night was about 10).
A nerve-wracking thought, no doubt.
And when I found out that last night was my time to shine, I freaked the eff out a little. I seriously considered Googling how to lose 5 lbs in a day. I even considered not eating after lunch.
But then I quit being stupid. And realized that I felt good. Damn good. And doing anything to change that, even temporarily, would be foolish.
So I skipped the search, ate normally, and took it off once the time came.
And you know what? It’s impossible to suck it in for two hours. So I didn’t. I just sat. And stood. And before I knew it my time was up.
Verdict: I was a great experience.
I was so scared and unsure going into it, but after having artists sketch and paint and stare at me (and then seeing some of those pictures) for two long hours, I didn’t feel uncomfortable. I didn’t feel judged. I felt appreciated. I even forgot I was naked.
And that, eaters, is a beautiful thing.
I’m not saying that anyone who feels uncomfortable in their skin should strip in a room of strangers. But I am saying that there’s something to be said for doing something a little crazy every now and then.
(Though I can’t guarantee I’ll be doing it again.)
G’night eaters. I’ll be back tomorrow with regularly scheduled programming (which means my review of swiss chard).
