I remember wanting to be a model in "my younger years". Mostly because everyone kept asking me why I didn't. But then I quickly remembered that one time my grandmother took me to this casting call and I had to talk about what I thought my best physical attribute was. I never felt more uncomfortable in my life. Also, I'm pretty sure I was scared of drugs and immodest swimsuits.
It was just a dream almost every girl at some point fantasizes about. I happened to be born skinny, stick skinny, and tall, really tall.
And I sucked at sports and modeling.
Mostly because I had no drive to excel at either. I just wanted it to come to me. i.e. "Hey let's give you money and we'll take your picture" and I hated weight training. Muscle tone is still a huge deficit.
I still remember that time someone stopped me my last semester of college and asked me if I would be interested in modeling. Unfortunately, I had already committed to leaving Provo. But I remember thinking, just my luck. Also, I would forever wear skinny jeans.
And so I majored in Business. Worked Sales and Marketing for a little while. Married.
And became a mother. I've decided to be a stay at home mom. Part-time photographer.
Bring on year Twenty Six
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