I don’t remember how or when I became comfortable with my body. Certainly I recall being mortified at the thought that my middle school PE teacher might ask us to actually, you know, shower. But somehow I got from there to modeling in the buff for artist friends within the space of just ten years. At some point I decided that I looked better naked than clothed (many people do), and to stop being self-conscious about or ashamed of my body. Now, a few breastfed kids and many pounds later, I’m not always thrilled with everything I see when I look in the mirror, but overall I’m still pleased.

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