I didn’t think it wise to press her on her motivations this soon. So I simply asked if she really thought she had the raw nerve to pull it off—to actually show up, climb onto the platform, and let her robe slip to the floor.
In the end, she did and she blogs about it:
But the paycheck itself is something, too. My name. The name of the school. And… the word “Model”, on the subject line. That implies someone pretty and shapely, and it’s referring to me. Am I those things? My parents think I’m pretty. My husband thinks I’m pretty. My brother says I’m ugly, but that’s his job. Other than that, I would describe myself as generally okay but also trying to not let it matter too much; thankfully, by age nearly-forty, I look the way I look and basically that is that.