It was a little confronting at first - "Don't worry" the art teacher said to me, "we get people of all ages, shapes and sizes here, no-one is judging you".
"Yeah, right" I thought, but tried to take comfort in her re-assuring smile as I dropped my robe and arranged myself on a lumpy old armchair while she instructed me into the desired pose. "Just move your leg that way a bit, put your arm up here, no left a bit..." etc. After the first half-hour or so, the self-consciousness gives way to concentrating on keeping still in whichever awkward pose they get you into. By the end you've usually done a couple of poses, and despite the fact that you've actually spent three hours doing absolutely nothing, you really feel like you've earned the pay.
The best bit was getting to see the students' renderings at the end. Some of them were a bit shy about showing their artworks, especially the guy who drew me with little fairy wings and pointy ears! I was delighted, but the instructor reminded him that it was life drawing, and said she felt he had 'over-sexualised' his image. He answered that it's just how he saw me and blushed furiously as he realised I overheard this as I was leaving the room. It was rather cute.
'Till next time - Ora8:D