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For my first pose, I sat twisted so that I was looking over my shoulder. I couldn't even feel my body. I didn't look at the student artists. I was terrified. Eventually, though, the pose began to hurt and that in itself brought me out of my fear. When the exercise was over and I put that glowing robe back on, I took a deep breath and went around the room looking at over twenty pictures of my interracial gangbang naked body. interracial gangbang Their pictures. My pictures. I started next to a group of young, self-conscious art students - the shy, pretty types I had envied when I was younger. They had drawn me bulbous, dumpy, horrible, crackled through with cellulite. The men in that group had drawn me like a medical illustration: a torso, an arm. Although they were artists, young and unsure of their skill, I recognized myself in their pictures. Looking at myself on their easels was like coming home. I moved on to a trio of older women - mothers of grown children and grandmothers. They had drawn me full, rounded, luscious, a Venus perched on a wooden box.
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