- Illustration by Sierra Lundy

Should I shave? I flip this question over in my mind a dozen times. I know Zoe does, and he乌鸦传媒檚 seen her before. Then again, she says he乌鸦传媒檚 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乌鸦传媒檚 only an illusion. I throw the razor in my bag just in case.

I乌鸦传媒檓 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乌鸦传媒檝e insisted come along. She乌鸦传媒檚 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乌鸦传媒檚 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乌鸦传媒檛 we feel casual about seeing them and having them seen by others? Women乌鸦传媒檚 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乌鸦传媒檓 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 乌鸦传媒渉ere I am, no big deal乌鸦传媒� 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乌鸦传媒檛 considered the logistics of this. Shoot. I don乌鸦传媒檛 know a single pose. But Zoe says it乌鸦传媒檒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 乌鸦传媒� high quality and in black. It乌鸦传媒檚 like it was made for me.

乌鸦传媒淗ave it!乌鸦传媒� 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乌鸦传媒檚 driveway and the moment of 乌鸦传媒渋s it too late to turn around?乌鸦传媒� hits. It is. The dread takes over and fills my feet as we trudge up the driveway. Charles乌鸦传媒檚 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乌鸦传媒檛 believe what we乌鸦传媒檙e here for. I can乌鸦传媒檛 believe I乌鸦传媒檓 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乌鸦传媒檚 a robe for me to wear in the bathroom whenever I decide to get ready. I follow his direction and head to 乌鸦传媒渃hange.乌鸦传媒� This doesn乌鸦传媒檛 seem like the right word when there乌鸦传媒檚 nothing to change into 乌鸦传媒� but 乌鸦传媒渟trip乌鸦传媒� is worse.

I begin undressing.

My body and I are on relatively amicable terms. I don乌鸦传媒檛 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乌鸦传媒檝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乌鸦传媒檓 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. 乌鸦传媒淲henever you乌鸦传媒檙e ready,乌鸦传媒� 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乌鸦传媒檓 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乌鸦传媒檚 done and I twist a different way.

乌鸦传媒淵ou乌鸦传媒檙e a natural!乌鸦传媒� Charles says. He is engaged in polite conversation with Zoe.

I listen to the scritch-scratch of their pencils. I examine Charles乌鸦传媒檚 studio meticulously. It乌鸦传媒檚 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乌鸦传媒檛 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乌鸦传媒檚 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乌鸦传媒檚 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乌鸦传媒檛 know how to take the compliments. We say our goodbyes and I run down the driveway.

乌鸦传媒淪o, how did that feel?乌鸦传媒� Zoe asks excitedly.

乌鸦传媒淚 don乌鸦传媒檛 know. Fine, I think.乌鸦传媒� It乌鸦传媒檚 the truth. I乌鸦传媒檓 not quite sure how I feel. I乌鸦传媒檓 glad I went through with it and I乌鸦传媒檓 glad it乌鸦传媒檚 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乌鸦传媒檛 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乌鸦传媒檛 feel empowered. I don乌鸦传媒檛 feel exposed. I don乌鸦传媒檛 feel a new confidence in my body. I just feel weird about requesting an arrangement to stand naked in a stranger乌鸦传媒檚 basement.

I carry Zoe乌鸦传媒檚 sketches, rolled up with two elastic bands, under my arm as I wait to transfer busses. It乌鸦传媒檚 late. It乌鸦传媒檚 cold now, and I remember the sweater Zoe has given me. I put it on under my bomber jacket and I乌鸦传媒檓 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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