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So after a good 4 years of trying to be an ordinary college student, the fashion world has taken a hold of me yet again. In my "older" age (according to the fashion world), I have resigned with an agency and am going to put back on my 4" heels, carry my 10 lb. book around with me, and travel the world; all while still attending school and having a part-time job. Do you think that I can do it??
I have started this blog for a couple of reasons. One is to document what goes on in the modeling world. When I was 18 and told stories about the things that I did, places I went, and people I met, everyone was amazed and awestruck that that could actually happen to someone they know. Everyone's comments after learning that I had modeled were, "WHAT?! WOW! You must've had an interesting life." And once they heard a couple of stories, they were speechless. Who knew a quiet, shy girl from the middle of Kansas could move to Chicago, live all alone, then jet off to Athens and then to Milan (all within a year). The modeling world has given me memories that I adore and allowed me to meet some of the most amazing people such as make-up artists who have dolled up Princess Diana and Oprah or stylists who put Lanvin on my shoulders. I had such an amazing privileged life, but that is all the glorious side of modeling.
As most already know, there is a dark side to modeling. Now I am not going to be one of those bloggers that bashes models, how skinny they are, the pressures of modeling, drugs, parties, etc. I owe the amazing life that I've had to the fashion world, but I also owe some of my insecurities to that world. Being told that you are too skinny for a market and then moving to a market that you are too big does damage to a girl's confidence. The pressure of having a perfect, model-sized body is a lot to handle especially when you live in a country know for pasta, pizza, gelato, and gourmet food. Italy and I gained a love, hate relationship real quick. But the loneliness of traveling to a foreign country was worse than people telling me that I was too big. I could only talk to my family once a week, which cost them a fortune. I only had an hour on the internet each week to email all my friends and family and possibly catch them on Facebook chat. Four months without my family proved to be enough.
I came back to the states and decided I lost my will for modeling. I tucked my tail between my legs and hung up my stilettos for school books. But honestly, after living that crazy, whirlwind of a life school was not going to be enough. I tried working at a women's boutique, which taught me so so much and I gained a second mother out of those 2 years. Then I tried moving to a big city again but work and school and having a normal life has never been in my deck of cards. So after a fateful day of getting offered to do a photo shoot with the local fashion magazine, then two agencies contacting me within two weeks and an old photographer, my destiny was placed before me and here I am back in my heels and in front of the camera.
My age may not be 18 but screw that! I may have more bumps and bruises and maybe a couple screws in my foot but Damn it, I'm ready for the chaos to begin. Here's to the upcoming journey that I hope to share with all of you and through the ups and the downs, hopefully we will make it out alive!
Enjoy!