The other article says:"models can be among the most powerful women in the world." But many of little girls are growing up with feeling they are not good enough, because they don't look like like those supermodels on the cover of the magazines.
So many young ladies die every second from starvation because the only thing they wanted is to look like they rolemodels.
Models start young. Really young.
Cover model Thairine Garcia was 14 when she appeared in the February 2012 issue of Harper's Bazaar Brasil. (WHAT!?)
Designers continue to employ models as young as 13.
Modeling can take a high emotional toll on young women
Isabelle Caro, Ana Carolina Reston, and Hila Elmalich (below) are just three of a number of fashion models to die of complications related to anorexia.
Modeling careers are really, really short. Young women typically model only about three seasons. Every new runway show features about 70% new faces.
It may look glamorous but the pay is not. The median salary
The more prestigious the client, the less you get paid. The glam jobs, like Vogue, can pay far less than commercial clients, like J.C. Penney.
Fashion models are WAY skinner and taller than three decades ago.
Marilyn says it all:
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"Dear Carré,
What's it like to live such a glamorous lifestyle? Do you have a yacht?"
Here's the deal on my so-called "glamorous lifestyle": I never owned a yacht. Or a house even. In fact, some months I couldn't pay the rent on my apartment. I got some great contracts that paid a lot but I spent money frivolously. Then there'd be months of no work. In the earlier days, I'd often give my all on a shoot - 20 hours with no break - but wouldn't see a dime. If the client didn't like my performance then, oh well, my agent didn't hold the client responsible. I was told to suck it up and take it as a learning lesson. Sometimes I wasn't paid because the agency felt I owed them - debts from test shoots, portfolio expenses and hotel rooms.
With the exception of a few jobs, there was very little jetsetting. For much of my career I flew coach and when I arrived I was often greeted by, simply put, an asshole, who told me I was too fat, too bloated and too red-eyed to work that day. I mostly stayed in dank hotels with multiple model-roommates. I'd show up to set at dawn and was told to assume crazy positions. "Leap over that sand dune…higher! Now be a happy, sexy fawn!" So leap like a fawn I did, even though I was really just a tired, homesick, hungry girl who wished she could go to the Eiffel Tower or enjoy a croissant at the cafe without calculating calories.
Today, thankfully, my happiness has nothing to do with my weight or feedback from others. And perfection of any kind is no longer the goal. The notion that perfection can be achieved is a lie we are told and a lie we tell ourselves. That's the ugly truth. I wish I could've told those young fans what I've finally learnt to tell myself: reality - imperfection - is where the real beauty is.
"This is not a nice part of our job. If you're a model and your agency hasn't paid you in months, you don't have anything to eat - and then someone comes over and says, 'We're doing free dinners in the club, come and bring your girlfriends,' of course you go," she said. "Then you have 20 men perving at you, but you're so hungry you don't care."
In these situations, she explains, girls as young as 16 or 17 are drinking alcohol or being slipped drugs by older men. Elizarova was scouted when she was 14, and while she's modeled for the likes of Chanel and Versace, she's also witnessed the extremes her peers would go to in order to land a job. From bulimia to relying on cocaine to "make their cheeks hollow," she even knew of a few who pulled out their own teeth in order to look thinner.
So my question is "Do you really want to be a model,after all the truth you ust read?"
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