Half a model.
My modelling journey began thanks to my friend getting hospitalized. Short story is that my photographer friend fell ill and I happened to be within vicinity. Later, after discharge from the hospital and to thank me for caring for him, he offered me a free photoshoot session. I was just a campus student then and that got me excited. Upon posting the pictures, friends reached out to me saying I was a model. And just like that, I began modelling.
Over the years, I have contested in various pageants in and out of my campus years.
So automatically, everyone thinks I am a model.
And I was. I have been. I am.
Only, I am half a model;
I have never quite received proper catwalk training-i still get baffled by just how much more I’m yet to master.
I am almost always borrowing outfits from friends and family when I have events. I do not own fancy clothes.
I don’t consider myself a fashionista. My sense of fashion, infact, has been labelled grandma.
My body? I feel, doesn’t exactly fit your stereotype model.
And these events I take part in? They find me. More than I find them, which isn’t the 'correct' order of events.
My personality is a combination of awkward person, shy, introvert yet I continue to use modelling as a platform for advocacy. Which means that I am also talkative. I also love to argue. Hoping that confuses you.
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I don’t know many of the top models in the industry or their top trending stories. Again, contrary to norm and limiting in a sense.
In comparison to other models, I stand different.
But look, even as half a model, I have made it to platforms full blown models could only dream of.
As half a model I have landed jobs full models' work couldn’t get them.
As half a model, fate has, seemingly, held my hand sure and asked me to trust her lead. Because in her eyes, me using my entire half, fair share, stands as more than enough.
