At 36, there’s no way I’d take off my clothes in front of a room of 20 people to a Lauryn Hill soundtrack. I’m thankful that at 23, it was long before iPhones. The only images that exist of my acting school rebellion are in my mind and maybe the minds of a few lucky people in my class. To this day, whenever I hear the first few notes of “That Thing,” I remember how courageous I was and how I didn’t let my teacher make me believe that I was wasn’t worth noticing or didn’t deserve a chance to do a scene. I feel proud of my 23-year-old self, for doing that thing that scared me the most to prove I wasn’t boring, forgettable, or invisible, and that standing there naked, I demanded to be seen.