I have been modeling for ten years. I came from a small religious farming town and modeling gave me the gift to travel the world, meet people from all the different worlds, to new ideas and ways of being. I am lucky for all that the fashion industry has given me. I am now working as a full time student, modeling which was once my fulltime job in my young twenties, now is my parttime job that helps support my dreams in getting educated. The models who do continue in becoming actresses usually do so, because it is the next natural step with their self-awareness of doing photoshoots, runways, and commercials, that speaking roles naturally occur next…

It can be a fickle and crazy industry and it isn’t always easy. It is true that the girls don’t have much protection, and may be susceptible to hard times but please don’t victimize these brave vibrant women. The biggest problem for most models is not drugs or weight issues, but loneliness.

I am intrigued to know what pills you speak of and would like to say have never had to pay for my own expenses. I truly love your writing with all my heart but am dissappointed to see that you, like so many others before you, seem to believe that you have uncovered what poor tortured souls us models really are. If anything it is you who have upheld stereo types and failed to discover just how many girls have derived more joy from this job than you can imagine.

In the years I have spent doing this I have discovered so many things, travelled the world over and had the means to pursue my passions.

Recuerdo que hace un tiempo estaba hablando con un Tito acerca de un amigo mi al que yo amo mucho. Yo estaba diciendole que estaba enamorada, y titio me contesto que eso no era amor y solo se iria en un tiempo y jamas lo recordaria.

Esa vez pense acerca de lo que el amor es, y como se medira, cuando es que sabes que estas enamorado o qeu sientes amor.
Pero no puede resonderme a mi misma y ahora que pienso al respecto me doy cuanta que en mi caso yo siento no hay forma de saberlo, solo lo sabes, y no hay forma de medirlo cada quien tiene su forma de amar y sentirlo. no hay una forma general.

I shot with photographers who used the word “beautiful” to inflate my ego, which clouded my judgment of what felt good and bad while we shot.

I fell prey to schemes of paying money to get my face seen.

My insecurity was covered by the fact that I was being photographed and admired.

Admiration combined with the pursuit of a disillusioned dream can make a model do naughty things.

There was a photo shoot where i started in a full Tuxedo, 16-hours later, i was naked with the photographer trying to sleep with me or give me oral sex. When someone is naive they don’t ask questions, they go with the flow, because they do not want to make a potential “important” person angry. People with different visions, that make it sound grandeur and appealing, until i was actually in front of the camera. One was “applying” make-up and was literally slapping my body to make it look like black smudges. He told me that Hairspray is a “a great tool to make the skin glisten”, as he proceeded to put it on my face and my closed eyes.

It did not feel good. But fear kept me silent. That felt worse.

There are real photographers, and there are photographers who know prey on the ambition of young people and take advantage of that. Not a new story, just repeating it.

I just gave you 5 star for this amazing work of yours!!!
It’s actually a great topic to “meet up” world with, and I absolutely agree with just every of your thought! :-)
As our Serbian saying goes: If MIND leaves you with your life and you don’t know what to do, do “sell” yourself own by becoming a model, pop singer, actress, or a porn star; for that life is of NO use either, NO story, as the story is OVER! :-)

Love,
Mirela(the woman in elevator)

Love is measured by its fruits
Let`s go beyond the limits*

did u not notice anything good and admirable also !! ( other than the babes of course ) biased are we !! hmmm…….

love
aditya

came across a ‘good one’ from rumi

“abandon your cleverness and gain beweilderment !!” rumi

She was delighted when a card turned up, at the forefront of which was this glamorous princess, all smiles, verily dancing on air, and dressed in the most luxurious attire. “That must be me!” she said. “That is the me I am to become.” I agreed – it was obvious that the figure in the foreground represented what she stood to gain by leaving this man who was nothing but a poor, manual laborer, scarcely educated, and not at all interested in what went on in places like Hollywood or Las Vegas.

“But wait a minute,” I said, “There is more to the card than that. Do you see those two tiny figures there?” I asked, pointing to a miniature farm scene painted in the background of the card. It was an old couple, man and wife, farmers, standing side by side and hoeing in the garden. All around them was a scene of tranquility: sheep in the field, cattle grazing near the barn, some chickens pecking in the dirt near the front door of a modest but very inviting little house. In the shade of a tree, a dog slumbered. Ducks floated merrily on the surface of a clear blue pond. In comparison to the richness of this scene – all the happiness and bounty that it seemed to promise – the luxuriously clad woman in the foreground looked like a cardboard cutout, stiff and lifeless. She was obviously wealthier, by far, than these two who were tending their garden side-by-side, and, as her glossy red lips implied, she was certainly “happy,” or so it would appear – she was smiling anyway, though we all know that smiles can be faked. But she was also alone. There was no one at her side, not even any surrounding objects to imply that her environment was one of comparative richness and bounty. She was wholly self-centered. She was completely out of place, utterly alone, all caught up in her own beauty and charm and grace.

Certainly, we should all pursue our dreams; we must pursue our dreams, and we must let nothing hold us back from them. And yet sometimes happiness, the greatest happiness, the deep rooted happiness that makes life worth living, comes in simple packages. It is not that we are famous, or glamorous, or surrounded by luxuries, pampered and adored by throngs of admirers. It is a hoe in your hand and someone whom you deeply admire and love standing by your side; it is planting tiny seeds with your bare hands and watching them sprout and grow in to thriving green plants, producing a bounty that cannot be purchased at any price on Hollywood Boulevard. Because the bounty is not just in the fruit – it is in the act, in planting life’s tiny seeds and in sharing that endeavor with others whom you admire and who love you for who you are, not because of what you look like on some magazine cover, or because your name is always in the headlines.

then I look at the stars and talking to my guardian angel that I feel every day at my side;and I put my head on your shoulder, Mary, to comfort my soul…

and I look my way is drawing on the sands of time;

and I expect that you will guide me, Lord, love to help.

and to love more and more . Sido