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Ashley Graham poses completely nude for V Magazine.

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Remember that time Ashley Graham told us that while she wasn't afraid to pose nude, she wouldn't show "nip and bush" ? Seems like our former SI Swimsuit cover model has changed her stance on being photographed naked, and we definitely don't mind.
In an extremely revealing shoot for V Magazine , Ashley poses completely nude and opens up even more about her struggles with body image and how she learned to love herself early on in life.
"I think I hit bottom around 18," Ashley told Tracee Ellis Ross for V Magazine . "I was disgusted with myself and told my mom I was coming home [from New York]. And she told me, 'No, you’re not, because you told me that [modeling] was what you wanted and I know you’re supposed to do this. It doesn’t matter what you think about your body, because your body is supposed to change somebody’s life.' To this day that sticks with me because I’m here today and I feel that it’s okay to have cellulite."
The body advocate, and "new queen" of the fashion industry went on to reveal that she has two role models, one of which is a member of our own SI Swimsuit family.
"Today, I have two role models," Ashley explained. "One of them is my mom. Just seeing how happy she has been going through [life] and how she’s handled every curve ball is like, 'That’s a woman who has integrity and dignity and has been kind and generous to people around her.' Business-wise, it’s Kathy Ireland . She’s OG. When she was younger and in Sports Illustrated she was like, 'I’m going to sell some socks and make a business.' Now she has a billion-dollar company. Kathy Ireland, if you’re out there, I’m still trying to be your best friend. You’re on my vision board."
Here's hoping we'll see a collaboration between these two icons in the near future! But until then, we encourage you to read Ashley's full interview and see all of her body-baring photos over at vmagazine.com.
BONUS: See all of Ashley's gorgeous photos from SI Swimsuit 2017!
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by INDAH.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by INDAH.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by Ola Vida.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by HAUS OF PINKLEMONAID. Jackey by Ale by Alessandra.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by Beach Bunny.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by d.bleu.dazzled.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by Luli Fama.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by HAUS OF PINKLEMONAID. Jackey by Ale by Alessandra.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by d.bleu.dazzled.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by Luli Fama.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by Beach Bunny. Jacket by Donna Karan.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by Soriya Swim.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by INDAH.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by d.bleu.dazzled.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by Luli Fama.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by BOUND + TIDE by Mitchell Kass.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by HAUS OF PINKLEMONAID.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by d.bleu.dazzled.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by HAUS OF PINKLEMONAID. Jackey by Ale by Alessandra.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by Ola Vida.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by Beach Bunny. Jacket by Donna Karan.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by d.bleu.dazzled.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by BOUND + TIDE by Mitchell Kass.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by HAUS OF PINKLEMONAID.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by Beach Bunny. Jacket by Donna Karan.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by HAUS OF PINKLEMONAID.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by d.bleu.dazzled.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by Beach Bunny. Jacket by Donna Karan.
Ashley Graham was photographed by Yu Tsai in Fiji. Swimsuit by Ola Vida.

Media Credit: Matt Dynes | Staff Photographer
Crew Club, located discretely alongside real estate offices and cocktail bars at 1321 14th St. NW, is D.C.’s only gay bathhouse and sauna.
Instead of scrolling through faceless photos on Grindr to find a hook-up, some gays opt for a steamy night out at D.C.’s scintillating bathhouse.
A rite of passage for GW gays, or at the very least a seedy pipe dream circulated through the gay grapevine, Crew Club is D.C.’s only gay bathhouse and sauna. To older gay residents, the bathhouse may be a reminder of the life left behind in a post-AIDS crisis D.C. and a return to the sex-positive aspects of the gay community.
Located at 1321 14th St. NW, Crew Club blends in with the commerce almost too inconspicuously for all the testosterone ready to flood out of the building. The frosted windows allow for discretion alongside real estate offices and cocktail bars. I arrived at about 7 p.m., just as the workday was closing out and bathhouse patrons were coming in.
Upon entering the building, there is a tiny lobby housing only a shut door, a circle porthole and one mustached man in line, who gave me a cursory look after slipping his I.D. through the small window to prove he was at least 18 years old. They value anonymity here, so to pay, you go into another small room with a different employee. There’s no more information given by the employees, but you catch on quickly.
On display were typical items you’d expect for sale, like the appropriately titled “ultra douche,” and poppers, a drug that can make you feel heady and relaxes your muscles during sex. With the locker rental – where I could leave my clothes after I disrobed – and a one-time membership, my total was $18 because Tuesdays are half off.
Afterwards, I was handed a towel and gained access to the first floor, which has a tanning room and gym. Upstairs has the uncensored fun.
When I arrived, no one was working out.
The entrance and large entertainment room has lockers, chairs and a television. Representatives from Whitman Walker, a D.C.-based health center specializing in LGBTQ health, were conducting optional HIV screenings. Lube and condoms were in copious supply spread out around the space. Paintings of nude men line the TV room, which switched between the news and dramas.
But most could not watch TV. My eyes darted everywhere but the screen.
The one sauna room could fit more than 10 people, and through the glass I saw a party developing. Bridging the sauna and steam room doors were a number of showers stalls, which was a relatively tame open space. I headed to the steam room, where most of the cruising – the perusal of anonymous sex – went down. But for some, the space was just a place to relax and unwind.
Wading in mist for five minutes, I began to recognize the passing faces, with each go round their eyes narrowing and becoming more devilish.
I crossed paths with at least 35 different men, ranging from fresh meat in their mid-twenties to virile elderly men. All body types were present, and no hierarchies were evident in the silence. I sat beside a person who looked closer to my age than the other men around us, but he eventually walked off. After five or six minutes ruminating in the steam, I began to wonder what the etiquette of this place is.
I found some luck and was led back to the private rooms, past the urinals, where further into the hallway grainy old pornos play on small TVs. This part of the building has multiple corridors – housing about 60 private booths, with different rates for the Crew rooms or larger Captain rooms.
Walking around might lead you to a stranger beckoning you to come inside. The doors on the booths said only one occupant at a time. At the time I thought, that’s rich.
After a brief exchange it was back to the steam room. I watched the mustached guy I entered with and one other man get serviced on the first bench inside by a third man. Patrons who just stepped in would turn their heads at the action and skid on the wet floor, distracted by the free entertainment. It quickly becomes an obscene amount of eyes on you, when committing to public sex acts.
Turning out of the steam room, I walked into a dark alcove ahead of me that was so dim I couldn’t see where the walls closed in. Inching away from some dark contraption in the middle, I thought I stepped on someone’s foot, only to turn and see three or four men just standing, waiting. An 80s-porno looking man tried playing with my towel and I quickly exited, not wanting to find my fate if I had stayed with the group of lustful men.
I didn’t feel threatened at all, but after a little more than an hour it was my time to leave. My friend later described the room to me as “the one with the sex swing” but in the darkness I couldn’t see it.

As I pulled clothes back onto my sweaty body and left, I was struck by an entirely different sensory experience under the friendly 14th Street storefront lights than I had earlier.
I walked away gleeful and dodged glances, like I just got away with something corrupt and too fun for an average Tuesday evening.
This article appeared in the February 12, 2018 issue of the Hatchet.
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" There is nothing more uncomfortable than someone walking in on you doing the deed. Now imagine that the person that walks in on you is your freshman roommate that you do not get along with. It is no surprise that trying to have sex in a shared freshman dorm room that's literally the size of a shoe box is almost impossible. My experience with this happened when my boyfriend came up to visit. We went to dinner and came back to an empty dorm room. So, we were hanging out and things were starting to happen so naturally, I locked the door. In the middle of us having sex my roommate just walked right in. I’m not quite sure how she unlocked the door without us hearing it and opened the door so quietly that we were not aware but nevertheless, it was very awkward and uncomfortable. It was also the last time I ever attempted to have sex in a shared space again. "
" Sooooo here I am. Freshman year, just living my best life. And as I was walking down the hallway, I heard some noises so naturally, I stopped walking to get a better idea of what it was. And as I stopped I hear this loud intense moaning. Clearly whoever it was, was having a great time, but I was so astounded that my mouth dropped and I nearly died of laughter. It was honestly to this day one of the wildest things that have happened to me living on campus. Like I mean this stuff was intense . "
" This one time, I was just minding my own business when I heard some squeaking noises above me. I ignored it because when I jumped on my bed it squeaked too, so I didn't think anything of it. I went back to doing my homework and the squeaking CONTINUED. All I could think was, “Oh my god, of course, this has to be happening right now while I’m trying to do my homework.” It started getting louder, and they also added some moaning, so I stood up on my bed and started banging on my ceiling. The noises would stop for a few seconds, then continue. So, when the noises would start again I would get back up and bang on the ceiling over and over. Towards the end of this battle, the person got on the floor and started banging on their floor so I would hear it. After this happened, it finally stopped. I went back to doing my homework perfectly fine. "
" We did not seem to get along with the boys that lived upstairs that much. They came in and stole our speaker one time when we went to go eat, and we didn't notice until we came back (we learned to lock our dorm after this incident). We were trying to figure out which one of the boys upstairs would come in and take our speaker, so we decided since it was Bluetooth that we would connect to it from my room and see if we could hear it… THE MUSIC CAME FROM RIGHT ABOVE OUR ROOM. We sprinted up there as fast as we could to go get the speaker, we busted open the door and right when we opened it our eyes were WIDE OPEN. This boy that was in our room had no idea that his roommate had come into our room and stole our speaker. We busted into his dorm room as he was masturbating. Honestly, not a good way to find your speaker. He jumped out of bed and slammed the door in our face and locked it. We never made eye contact with this kid again. "
" My freshman year, I had a group of friends that would hang out nearly every day, especially because for the most part we were all fairly new to the area. One night, I was snapping one of the boys from this group and we talked about him coming over, however, we both knew that we wanted to do more than hang. The problem was, we didn't want people in our friend group to know which would be difficult because most of our friends lived in my hall, so we came up with a bulletproof plan. He would wait underneath the window of my dorm and I would throw my keys and ID out to him. He would come upstairs and if anyone stopped him, he would just say I forgot my keys the last time we all hang out. It was a pretty great system that lasted a couple months and no one ever found out so, I would consider the plan a success. "
" A couple friends of mine and I were renting a house (not a dorm but close enough). One day, my boyfriend was over and we were “hanging out” in my room, however before I knew it, the TV in the background turned off and slow, sexy R&B started blasting. At first, I was confused, but then I could hear my roommate dying of laughter upstairs. She could hear everything and she thought she should “set the mood” for us so she connected to my ChromeCast. It was actually pretty hilarious. "
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