Thursday, May 7, 2009

the everyday reassurance of being mutilated.

okay.
well, contrary to my general blah on this blog, i'm actually not just a whiny uninteresting person. i realized that this is starting to turn into therapy, where i get to complain about how miserable i am...but that isn't particularly interesting.

there's actually more to me than that.

at the moment, i'm working really hard on preparing to attempt to break into the fashion industry, particularly modeling. every girl in america thinks they are going to be america's next top model, but that generally isn't really realistic. according to the us center of health statistics, only 3.5% of women who are of the correct age range for modeling...are tall enough to be models.

i am one of those 3.5%. so i figure i should at least try.

but everytime i look in the mirror, this is all i hear. still.

That is so fucking annoying and weird. Every time you say you want to be a model I just wanna be like "You have to be pretty to be a model"...

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