And I looked nothing like the women
splayed across Art through the Ages,
my body narrow, small-breasted, nothing
like those virgin mothers, bathers,
and concubines, all of them busty
and glowing, all of them inviting
or avoiding the viewer's eye. Who was
to be my model? I who never
knew exactly where to look, or what
to do with all my grief and anger,
or where to put my restless hands.
—from "Introduction to Art History"