I thank God at least twice a day that I'm not working as a fashion model agent. And here's why.
As a fashion agent in Beverly Hills you scrutinize every detail of underage girls bodies and faces. And then tell them their flaws.
You're right, they're supermodels they don't have flaws. So you find some. Here are the most common:
"have you considered having your nose done?"
"who does your hair? fire them"
"your skin is just retched, you need to clear up your acne"
"are you going to the gym? are you really? it doesn't look it"
"girl, I hope you're being serious about starving yourself"
"I know someone who does great boob jobs"
"what are you doing later? hm, why not the gym instead? cardio! cardio! cardio!"
"what happened to the rest of your eyebrows? throw out your tweezers"
"you look pastey girl, get some sun!"
"your skin is soo orange, it's going to be leather by like yesterday. stay out of the sun."
"your outfits... different"
"when you tilt your head down your forehead looks massive"
"when you tilt your head up your nostrils look massive"
and it goes on and on and on. These girls are 14-19 years old. More to come later this was just a brief complaint while I scoff down peanut butter cookies and fret over my growing out roots.
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