Feb 24, 2006 14:05
Extremely superficial post...but I'm a material girl in a material world, so deal with it...
My boobs are gone and my ass is disappearing as well.
I've lost a lot of weight, and my curves were the first thing to go. I'm below 110 pounds right now, which is good, considering that I have my first photo shoot either tomorrow or on Monday, and print models are supposed to be sticks. I never thought I was pretty enough to be a model, but I've been recruited for "fashion photography in an urban setting" by a senior photography student at Brooks Institute, and I've lined up some other stuff with local photographers in the Santa Barbara area. I've always known I'm cute, but I never, for even two seconds, considered myself to be model material. But apparently there's something photographers see in me, because I didn't seek this out, it found me instead. And I'll look hotter after the professional hair / makeup people get to me, and with the special soft lighting on photo shoots and hopefully some airbrushing.
But anyway, I used to be a nice, full B-cup, back during freshman year when I was about twenty pounds heavier than I am now. Now, twenty pounds lighter and on a virtually protein-free and fat-free diet, I barely have enough to fill an A-cup. Tank tops look ridiculous on me, since I have nothing to fill them out, and I'm starting to bear a resemblance to a pre-pubescent version of myself. And now my ass is shrinking. What was formerly a size-9 ass on a size-5-ish waist, is now disappearing into oblivion. Now I'm a size 1, but with absolutely no curves. I look like I've been taking my medication, my Noassatall, as guys would describe it.
Which makes me wonder...has my pursuit of a Twiggy-esque figure only made me less attractive, rather than more attractive? Runway models are always bony with no curves, but print models are typically of the curvier sort, because clothes look more attractive when they have something to cling to. I'm nervous about this photo shoot, scared I'm going to come out looking like a little girl playing dress-up in big girl clothes and makeup.
I guess no matter how I end up looking on camera or how the photos turn out, this shoot should be fun. Justin keeps telling me to just have fun, be goofy, be myself and smile. I don't want to look all "heroin chic" like I'm trying too hard. Anyway, after I get prints back, I'll post some on here so you all can see.