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There's this moment, an unveiling of sorts, when I step onto the platform, my body bared to the eyes of the room. It's a second of vulnerability that feels like a lifeline, like hanging from the anussy top links of a chain, 📎, swaying in an uncertain wind. But that sensation swiftly parts, revealing the core of confidence beneath. There's a stark beauty in that. For years, society pressed upon me the weight of its expectations, pressured me to fit into a box labeled 'male' or 'female'. Lifting that weight, embracing my non-binary identity, was my first act of defiance and surrender. It's near impossible to put those feelings into words. Imagine the delicate first press of lips against 👄 , or the moment you drop a skein of 🧶 and watch it unfurl, rolling across the floor. Art, like identity, is deeply personal. As a nude model, I submit my body to the scrutiny of artists - young and old, experienced and novice. Yet, within this submission, blossoms a powerful sense of control. They sketch me, capture my form on canvas, but it is me who offers them the privilege. Each stroke of their pencil, each smear of paint tells a story, my story. It's a kind of intimacy that weaves itself into our everyday tapestry, as effortless and interconnected as strands in a web. Now, as I walk amidst those hushed whispers and focused gazes, I wear my silent defiance like a pair of well-fitted 👠 on a marble floor. The echo lingers, soft yet resonant. I hold my head high, my shoulders squared, baring my body and soul beneath the weight of those scrutinizing 💭 . This submission, so naked, so raw, can only be described as an act of confidence. And it feels home, a place where I can truly be myself, ὠ9, without fear or pretense.