#cleansingthysoul

[searching-4thy-soul]

Entry 2

Disclaimer: the following events are from my memory, therefore details could be slightly off. Do not come for me.

I hope you guessed it right.

I started modelling a little bit in high school, just some creative shoots here and there. My uncle had worked in advertising and had some connections. 

The spring before I finished high school, I had signed with my mother agency. Anita Norris Models (2014).

 I remember the day like it was yesterday. 

I had scheduled to go to a casting call for new faces. One Thursday after school, my best friend at the time drove me to the agency. We were a half an hour early mainly because my friend was speeding on the highway. I am glad we arrived to our destination. No driver should ever be going 150 on a highway, especially in this small can (yes can).

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The feeling of the next few hours for me is pure bliss. For most of my life I never felt like I truly belonged anywhere. And now thinking back on it, it might have been part  of the agency’s selling tactic. I felt special. 

(The fact that I felt special for some one telling me I was extremely beautiful and could maybe make a career out of it, is low key embarrassing).

Basically when you go to meet with an agency, they will measure your height, bust, waist, and hips, they will also take snaps of you (close up, full body and then angles), and they will take a video of you introducing yourself. The agency I was with also pitched a course called model 101, for $1700 cdn. 

After the interview, an agent usually gives a speech and shows a video about the agency. There is an unsaid “we will call you vibe.”

The founder of the Agency pulls me into her office and says “I can send you to China by the end of this year.” I am 18 at the time, and am looking at any possibility to get out of the small rural area I have lived in for my whole life. College at the time was not worth the money, the debt, or the stress; especially, when I had no idea what the fuck I wanted. 

The only catch to this phrase was that I had to loose weight. My waist was a 26 inches and had to shrink  to 24 inches, and my hips were 35 inches and had to shrink an inch. 

After this I went to Harvey’s and got a cheese burger with onion rings. 

This night changed my life forever, suddenly I had a future of some type. 

[searching-4thy-soul]

Entry 1

It all started when I turned 16, it was like one day people started commenting on how I looked, especially if it was a family member. All my extended family members commented on my physical appearance, especially if it was their first time meeting me. I am in no way complaining, all the comments pushed me into a job that expanded my personality, experience, and love for life. 

Let’s rewind to when I was a kid and give some back story; from ages 4-6 I along with my older sister and brother took piano lessons, then from 6-7 my brother and I played baseball for half a season. For seven years I did not have any extracurricular activities except for hanging out with friends and reading. From ages 14-17 I took voice lessons and was in a choir. By the end of high-school I felt like I had nothing going for me. So in a sense my physical appearance saved me some money (post secondary school), help me make money (to be revealed), and gave me the opportunity to travel the world. 

The beginning of my story starts in 1996; and although, it would be interesting to dig up all the skeletons, as a writer it is important to leave some mystery to the story. All will be revealed soon (foreshadowing).