Beauty

I asked people on my social profiles to give me their opinion on dating a SG and/or a nude model and the responses are mixed. Here’s what I learned. It takes a really strong person to date a nude model. Being a model, in and of itself, lends to a lot of people being attracted to that person. You will never escape the fact that men are looking at your woman, wishing they had what you get to hold. You’ll never escape the fact that some men will pursue your woman regardless of the fact that she’s taken. An attractive girl who’s confident enough to model, nude or otherwise, is going to attract men everywhere she goes, every time she goes out and IT’S NOT HER FAULT. Women that model, women with confidence, they tend to be socially outgoing more so than others and are generally much friendlier than most because in the industry you learn to interact with all kinds of people and that carries over to and helps build their confidence. These women are rare to find and usually men don’t know how to handle a woman like this.

One response stood out to me more than any other, this is what I would like to find, what I would like the men I date to understand and appreciate.

“Men, what the fuck is wrong with you? I’ve dated dozens of women, some models and some not, but their status as a model doesn’t and shouldn’t matter. I’m married to my beautiful SG and I love her beauty. I love that she finds beauty in herself, inside and out, and I love that she feels confident enough to share that. She isn’t doing it for validation, for dates, to accrue sexual partners, she does it because she values beauty and knows others do too. She does it so that other women with less confidence might be inspired by her journey and in that may find their own beauty. I love that other men find her beautiful and I love sharing her beauty with others. All of those men looking at her sit and wonder what it would be like to be with a woman as beautiful, smart, talented and amazing and she is. And you know what, every one of them wish they could know, but me, I DO KNOW. I get to hold her at night. I get to see the true depth of her beauty, inside and out. I get to experience her love every single day. She has thousands of men that would gladly be the one holding her, some better than me in every way, but she chose me and I can appreciate that and be proud that I get to hold the most amazing woman in the world. Those men don’t make her smile, they don’t make her laugh. They don’t get to hold her and wipe her tears when she’s feeling afraid and vulnerable. They don’t get to experience the little things that happen throughout the day that make her real. To them she’s invincible, a goddess, but I get to see the side of her that they never see. I see the side of her that’s raw, human, imperfect. I love it, every bit of it. I love that I’ve captured the heart of a unicorn and even though she has every opportunity to leave, she chooses to stay, through the good and the bad, because I’m worth it to her. I’m the luckiest man in the world to have her. I love sharing her with the world, I love knowing she is known and appreciated at such a high level. Those that feel the need to keep a woman like her to themselves are selfish and are robbing the world of true beauty. If you don’t understand how limiting that behavior is then please don’t pursue a woman like her, she deserves more.”

And that sums it up. I’m not a threat to men, even though they see me that way. I’m not trying to gain validation by sharing my body through images. I know whoever dates me, decides I’m worth keeping, is going to have to deal with a lot of pressure from other people. I know their friends will tease them or plant ideas in their mind that are false about me, based on my modeling career. I know that there will always be a fear lingering in their mind that someone will steal me away, but I’m not immune to those fears either. I’m just as afraid of being left, being abandoned because of their inability to accept me for me and instead project the image they’ve made of me based on my modeling and social profiles. It’s a rare thing to find a man that can see past those things and find the true person I am. I’m not my images, I’m not my posts, I’m not my snapchats or the filtered representation of me that they show. I’m a mother, I’m a pet owner, a best friend, a sister. I’m an artist, a poet, a photographer. I’m insanely humanitarian and would give someone my last dime, the clothes off my back, the food in my fridge or time I don’t have to spare if it meant it would better their life somehow. I’m a therapist of sorts and will always listen to your life story and learn to appreciate you at the human level, flaws and all. I will always spend too much time researching nonsense on the internet and laugh for hours on end at cat videos. I am the girl that talks to spiders when they show up in my house. I’m the girl that cries during Disney movies. I’m the girl afraid of heights, but still wants to learn to fly. I’m afraid of rejection and abandonment, just as you are. I am human, as we all are.