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 The more I tortured myself, the more the world of fashion bestowed upon me. It's a crazy attention to the show or a photo-session excites like a drug, all revolve around you that you were really beautiful. Of course, you're on the podium, but in fact, you - a piece of meat, which is enough, considering, discussing and lick. When you get whatever you want - it dazzles even erases your human qualities.
Once I passed my lovely little apartment, whose windows showed a view of the chimneys of Paris, the girl with the American farm, has just emerged from the plane and ready to become a model. She was stunningly beautiful: in comparison with its beautiful curls, rosy cheeks, buttocks, figure eights in the form everything seemed dim. When I met her six months later, I was shocked: the purple circles around the lifeless eyes, protruding bones and the feeling of suffering.
And I went back on their word.
In the mid 90s I was ready, and even wanted to leave the modeling business and do something else.
But my hardest fight with the meal was finished. Freed from the need to conform to impossible size, my policy was "to say" yes "to everything." I was like a naughty girl who ran away from the monastery school. When sneaking past the trays, I beckoned waiters and eat tapas with a glass of cocktail. I ate for the sake of revenge, calm and easy for the company; a large piece of cheese - that's my understanding of a stable relationship.
After all these years of hardship, my body is celebrated the feast of their own Mardi Gras instead of being slimmer all, I grew more and more. Not that I enjoyed it - I just dried glass after glass, ate and ate.
The only true solution was the opening of my "happy weight", which took place many years later (and many cities) when I returned to Sydney: swimming, walking, playing with his son and was in love. While I was focused on other things, the state of my body has stabilized and has taken the form in which it should be: the size of 12. And it is time to evaluate my feminine form.
It so happens that a healthy model - a girl who managed to lose weight in the past. Yet
sunken cheeks create a form, leaving the impression that the woman with the normal form into a -proigravshuyu battle.
Models have to fight. I am sure that the mantra of self-persuasion is designed just for them. When you reach the agreement with the creature you really are, life becomes a real holiday
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