I used to do modelling. It’s a soul-sucking industry. You’re viewed as an object, something to throw paint on & move around.
I began to base my self-worth on my looks & would constantly seek external validation. I believed the only thing I had to offer was my appearance.
I began to base my self-worth on my looks & would constantly seek external validation. I believed the only thing I had to offer was my appearance.
Luckily, I never really invested in building an Instagram. My parents didn’t raise me to be vain.
The idea of building a following based on my looks? I knew that was too shallow for me. I began to look deeper within myself.
“Looks fade, so focus on your mind & soul”
The idea of building a following based on my looks? I knew that was too shallow for me. I began to look deeper within myself.
“Looks fade, so focus on your mind & soul”
I’m lucky I have good parents.
They valued knowledge, honesty, loyalty & trust above physical appearance.
I’m convinced this is why I was able to grow & not get stuck in the viscous cycle that so many young women get caught in online.
They valued knowledge, honesty, loyalty & trust above physical appearance.
I’m convinced this is why I was able to grow & not get stuck in the viscous cycle that so many young women get caught in online.
I will be honest, this takes a lot of self-awareness — something many people lack nowadays.
I knew that negative affects of social media. I understood that the temptation was evil.
Most girls want to be admired. They want every man to desire them. We know the power of beauty.
I knew that negative affects of social media. I understood that the temptation was evil.
Most girls want to be admired. They want every man to desire them. We know the power of beauty.
BUT, beauty fades.
I couldn’t escape this fact.
Beauty fades… and then what? Who are you once your entire identity (your appearance) fades away?
The curtains close on you and open up to the next new, young beauty.
Who will remember you now?
I couldn’t escape this fact.
Beauty fades… and then what? Who are you once your entire identity (your appearance) fades away?
The curtains close on you and open up to the next new, young beauty.
Who will remember you now?
There are a lot of pretty faces.
BUT…
There aren’t a lot of pretty faces with a kind, compassionate heart.
There aren’t a lot of pretty faces full of wisdom & knowledge.
There aren’t a lot of pretty faces who can connect deeply with anyone & everyone they meet.
BUT…
There aren’t a lot of pretty faces with a kind, compassionate heart.
There aren’t a lot of pretty faces full of wisdom & knowledge.
There aren’t a lot of pretty faces who can connect deeply with anyone & everyone they meet.
Who. Will. They. Remember.
The rare? Or the common?
Who is easier to replace? A beautiful exterior or a beautiful interior?
Who adds more value to this world?
Who do you want to be?
The rare? Or the common?
Who is easier to replace? A beautiful exterior or a beautiful interior?
Who adds more value to this world?
Who do you want to be?
I struggle sharing this. I honestly have a hard time saying I used to model… I genuinely don’t view myself like that.
In truth, I have always been quite insecure about my looks - it’s rather ironic.
I know I’m not a VS model. I wasn’t a runway model. I got a few paid commercial gigs.
Nonetheless, I felt compelled to share this story. It’s my truth. It’s somewhat of a soul-searching story.
I know I’m not a VS model. I wasn’t a runway model. I got a few paid commercial gigs.
Nonetheless, I felt compelled to share this story. It’s my truth. It’s somewhat of a soul-searching story.
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