A modèle has always been a carbon copy of a hanger. And yet, if I could earn a living being a mannequin, I would. Like many I’m drawn in by the glitz and glam, but my eyes are not blind to the front put on by this foolproof lifestyle. Aware of the lies and tricks that hide behind this masqueraded industry, I still don’t care because it is what I love most.
Hourglass figure is what I see, but they see a distorted version of me, like looking in a carnival mirror. Hershey-kissed skin accessorized with two adorable cheek dimples, but to them they’re looking up at a night sky that hasn’t a single bright star that sets it apart from day. But I remain unfazed by my so called “imperfections.” In order to make this a reality I must first learn to love myself, because it is what I love most.
I love the idea of strutting down runways like the most confident person on Earth, and momentarily forgetting about my God given flaws; the idea of traveling the world, meeting new people, and experiencing new cultures because it is what I love most.
It’s more than just the materialistic things. It’s also about changing the world. Dreamers realizing that nothings as it seems. Put on this Earth to embrace diversity and find its beauty. Honestly, if I could earn a living doing what I love most I’d be the change seen at the bottom of a wishing well.