So this weekend Brand and I had the opportunity to volunteer at the Arizona Humane Society’s 15th Annual Fashion with Compassion.
We each had different duties, and we definitely had a good time.
Brand’s main job was to walk the sweetest 5 month old lab around and introduce him to possible adopters.
My job was to work with the models.
For the record I want this post to be politically correct and I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes, but I’m still going to try and be honest.
So when I think of models I think of those pretty pictures on magazine covers, air brushed and all.
I also think of America’s Next Top Model.
If you’ve ever watched ANTM then you know that in a competition models are fierce and filled with drama.
I witnessed something different this weekend.
I was put in charge of dressing two models for the runway and we had three outfit changes.
Easier than it sounds, trust me.
I prepared by looking at the clothes and make sure everything was easy to get in by unbuttoning and unzipping things.
As the models started coming backstage all I could think about was, holy crap I’m so short! (I’m 5’6.)
Almost every girl there was at least 5’9 without heels, and weighed a whopping 110 pounds –if that.
I definitely felt out of place.
On each rack of clothes there were two pictures of the girls that the clothes were worn by.
The pictures somewhat look like the girls in person, but thankfully they introduced themselves to me.
After I saw the girls in person and compared what they looked like to their photos I felt really good about myself.
I thought, dang, I could be a model if photo editing can do that!
(I'm not trying to be rude to the girls there)
But then I got to thinking about magazines and how they glorify models.
They do so much airbrushing and editing of each picture to make sure it looks perfect.
When in reality those models don't really look like that!
It made me feel better to know that the models looked just like me and my friends.
While we were waiting for the show to start I felt like a wall flower.
All the models were conversing with one another, talking about other jobs they’ve done, you know- the things models talk about.
And then there was me just standing there waiting for this show to start.
I wanted to join their conversation so bad, but I literally had nothing in common with them.
That was the most awkward part.
Since the show had another 45 minutes till it started, and we were just sitting around anyways, I decided to head out and find Brand because he was hanging out with my kind of people.
I guess the moral of this post is:
Don't compare your self to those people on the cover of the magazines.
They don't really look like that.