Dr. Miller's seen her from the inside out; there's literally no part of her he hasn't seen. It's why she likes him so much: That's not really supposed to be comforting, although he says it to make her comfortable, and she appreciates that. Being seen:
"I saw someone sunbathing naked today. She was in her backyard, but still." All the people that might see you, there in your nakedness, the gas guy checking the meter or a little kid looking for his ball. Or a high school teacher, masturbating. You get so used to your body being everybody else's.
"I hope she was wearing sunscreen," Dr. Miller says, and she turns on him with a moue. "It's probably just a body to you..." Touching and looking at them all day, he probably doesn't even care anymore. It's a cliché and she knows it's a cliché and it's not what she's after, anyway. He falls into her trap immediately; he knows what she's after too. You get so used to your body being everybody else's. Being the doctor's job. Being seen:
"I don't know, I like to think I still have some healthy subjectivity," he says, and she pops her robe open immediately. "What do you think? Compared to the thousands you've seen." He stammers and she laughs at him; he begs her not to do this to him. As a man, as a doctor. "You can't hurt my feelings. Bring it!" She knows. She has to know. Nobody wants to live in a world where women don't know how beautiful they are.
"Cathy, you're... Well above average." For her age? No, he says, greedily, suddenly not stammering at all, for just a second. "Believe me. Because you know, I've seen, and... And you have... Well, you have an awesome rack." He turns away, blushing, and she pokes at his ass with one lovely toe. "I have an 'awesome' 'rack'? You say rack? Really?" Young Dr. Miller. Todd. Teases her about malpractice suits, appropriate boundaries. No such thing. We're all too close, and too far apart.
"With any luck, you only have about eighteen months to feel guilty about it. Lucky for you. Not so lucky for me." He's starting to hate when she does that. Not yet, they're still in the club together, but the more she makes him like her the less he'll like it when she does that. He can't laugh along with her anymore. Only smile and try not to look sad.
At home there are boxes of photographs. Cathy Jamison's beautiful face, on Cathy Jamison's beautiful body. A bikini body, unfair to everybody. But today, after Naked Nancy and Dr. Todd's eyes bugging out of his head, for a moment it's someone else's body. Somebody beautiful, who had no idea what she was packing. Somebody who read Glamour magazine and weighed herself all the time and never once really looked in the mirror. Who gave her body away to everybody else, to look at, and kept nothing for herself, to love. In a world where the women don't know how beautiful they are.