One of the most liberating things I ever did in terms of getting over my evangelical body/sex shame thing was posing nude for a serious art photographer, knowing he would make the photos public.

And he did! In gay bookstores and art shops all over the world. (Gulp)

Talk about owning my own body image!

I didn’t like my body then at all. I had to come to terms with that. And even though it was all a very long time ago, I still sometimes see that photo book on somebody’s coffee table.

I never say a word, but I do feel oddly better about myself.