I was in my late 17’s when I got discovered for the first time as a model. I was perplexed. Me? I was that weird kid at school. Everyday I heard hateful, mean comments about my appearance. Although those teenagers wanted me to feel bad, they couldn’t crack me, I had no interests in being considered pretty nor did I found myself pretty. I just didn’t care.
It changed when I got discovered, suddenly my face was interesting. I was considered pretty, edgy, fashion. With a team of specialists they stood around me, praising my looks. My face must have been red the whole day. People close to me were less positive. “A model? You are walking into a scam!” “Well, you look okay, but not like a model.” “Your nose looks weird, maybe you should do plastic surgery”. (No joke). Yes, I don’t look like those shampoo or toothpaste girls. I will never be a Victoria secret model. But does that make me not pretty enough?
If someone’s beauty standard is different, then everything beyond that is….ugly? Isn’t it a bit peculiar how a group of media people decide what is beautiful and not, and that this standard gets adopted by so many. You’ll get used to what you see and if someone is slightly different words like controversial and ugly are being screamed all over the place.
When I open my social media account and scroll through the comments some girls are getting I’m speechless. We have lost respect and politeness and allow ourselves to write rude comments behind our comfy computer about the looks of another human being. That said I’m incredibly grateful that I didn’t listen to the people around me and stepped into that airplane. I traveled and lived in several countries. I met the greatest people, stood in the magazines my bully’s bought. I’ve learned to love my funny-looking nose, in a world that rejects your looks every day.
And after all those years, I’m glad that I’m not a pretty, but an edgy girl.