My first and only time as a figure model prompted a disapproving, “You’re better than this,” text from my mother with a warning about ruining my reputation. But it was much classier than that. It was life modeling. I was Rose and they were my Jacks, all 7 of them, drawing me like their French girls. I dropped my towel on the small stage and it was like a public humiliation dream come true, except I wasn’t embarrassed. I only got embarrassed when I thought about what would
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