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Wednesday, February 20th, 1990
I arrived back in LA this morning after London and Milan fashion weeks. I didn't complete the full fashion week for Milan due to presenting an award for the Grammys.
"Mmm, no I don't like this one," Tamara says to the stylist. "Take it off."
I took off the dress and stood there in my bra and underwear covering myself as the stylist walked around trying to fit me into a dress for the Grammys tomorrow night.
"Ok, that's the seventh dress." Jess sighs with annoyance. "What exactly are you looking for?"
"Something for Iman to stand out in," Tamara says as she walks with the stylists looking for more dresses.
"You ok sweety?" Jess asks me.
"I would like to be in a room where I don't have a hundred people in here staring at me half-naked," I mumbled.
Jess walked towards the manager of the store and started talking to her. Tomorrow was the Grammys, so I was doing an in-store try-on for dresses. Tamara had it closed today because a lot of fashion designers sent me dresses to wear for the Grammys, I just had to choose which one I wanted to wear. Actually, scratch the first I and replace it with Tamara then scratch the second I and replace it with she then add in me after wanted.
"Here you go, hun," Jess said walking back with a robe.
"Thanks." I took it from her and put it on.
"Take that off." We both turned to look at Tamara who walked back over with three of the stylists each holding a dress. "You're going to try on each of these."
"Can she do it without all these people being here?" Jess asks motioning towards all the stylists in the room.
"No, these people are stylists and need to see her in these dresses." Tamara points out. "We need their input."
"Ok, but she's uncomfortable." Jess points out. "Why can't she use the change room as she did for the AMA's dress try-on."
Tamara puts her hands on her hips and looks at Jess then looks at me. I kept my arms wrapped around my body and slouched a bit looking down at the ground.
"Who's the one model that got chosen out of three hundred girls to work with Michael Jackson in The Way You Make Me Feel?"
I looked up and stared at Tamara.
"M... me." I stuttered lowly.
"Who's the model that headlined London Fashion Week in eighty-six?" Tamara asks taking a step towards me.
"Me," I spoke softly.
"Who's the first black model in the world to sell out all fashion weeks at all the fashion shows?" Tamara asks stepping even closer to me.
