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BODY ISSUES
“YOU HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT THIS,” my writer friend said over our second round of happy hour prosecco. I had employed her to slosh me up as nervous preparation for my evening’s main activity: I was going to an artist’s house where he was going to draw me. Naked.
She pitched me my own story angle: Getting drawn nude as an act of introspective meditation. Getting drawn nude, as self-care? This was a difficult concept for me to wrap my head around, seeing as the anticipation of this whole experience left me feeling anything but “self-care.”
Like many queer people, I tend to hate my body (a fact I
