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tw: mentions of substance abuse

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟓
𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘰𝘯𝘦

It's been a while since my mamma's downhill spiral. I had lived with my best friend Nadia and her other friend Dahlia, who's also a model, for a little over 6 months till my modeling career really took off and I could afford to live in my own apartment.

I appreciate her immensely because without her I don't know where I would be. I've had numerous jobs since my first modeling gig and even recently scored the cover of Vogue magazine, which is really big for the beginning of my career.

I try not to talk about my mamma and her addiction. After she stole my savings, I did eventually get in contact with her. I put her into rehab to hopefully help her because I can't continue to put my life on hold. I feel guilty sometimes, but I just try to remember that I'm doing what's best for her.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

*SMACK*

Vogue shoot, today. I stretch my arms and my eyes blink a few times adjusting to the sunlight. I lift from the bed and walk into my ensuite bathroom. I brush my teeth and wash my face, then hop in the shower.

After a few minutes, I get dressed in some basic clothes and leave my hair to dry because it'll most likely be styled by a hairstylist. I grab my model bag and walk downstairs to have breakfast. I made one scrambled egg and had a cup of green tea because I like to keep it light on shoot days. I checked the time, 8:30.

I'm somewhat happy it's not at the ass crack of dawn and starts at 10 am. I double-check my bag and look on social media as I book an Uber ride to the studio.

I always get anxious about interviews because you never know what kinds of questions they'll ask, hopefully, it's not too bad since I did tell my manager, I prefer not to discuss my personal life, such as my parents and stuff of that sort.

A few minutes later, I get inside of my Uber and head to the studio. I watch the sky as we drive toward the location. Sunrises and sunsets are probably my favorite things in this world. When we arrive, I thank the driver, tipping them as well as I walk inside. I'm approached by my manager and she begins laying out the plans for today, and I nod along.

"You will be asked career-related questions or stuff about your social life, but nothing too personal."

"Sounds good."

"Okay great. The most important is the shoot. Just be yourself Aamira, you're an amazing person." I smile at Stacey. I remember first meeting her and feeling like I finally had a figure to look up to and I could just feel I could trust her with my life. It was hard telling her about my mamma and the past, but she never made me feel ashamed of my life.