Yes. I understand that cheesy song now. I get it. Today I am a model. I posed topless for artists. I posed first by myself draped in a sarong. Then I posed with a petite blonde named, Rosie. It was maybe the most transformative thing I've done since I got here. We posed side by side with our arms around each other and our left feet touching. We closed our eyes and meditated for about 25 minutes. I thought I'd be intimidated by her body. By society's standards, it was perfect. Maybe it's all the yoga, but I've come to really be thankful and proud of my body and all it can do. So, there I sat with no top on getting drawn. I almost cried from how beautiful it felt. I don't have another word for the experience.
One of the artists gave me his charcoal of one of my poses alone. I love it. I love it so much. For most of my life, I've put all these imaginary limitations on my body. It's too fat. Too tall. Too big. Too flabby. Too black. Too whatever. Today I just wonder if it's possible that I've always been too beautiful?
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