"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Thirty-Two.

Tanya's POV.

For a month, I've been busy with fashion events and interviews..

I had hit popularity, too much popularity.

The media attention was starting to get overwhelming.

Everywhere I went, I was shadowed by fans and paparazzi.

The constant scrutiny and pressure to always look my best was exhausting, both physically and mentally.

And Daniel's team made me social media accounts where there were my photos on me going on events and stuff..

Ryan had suggested that I make a personal one where I'd post on my daily life and stuff..

I was hesitant at first, but I was not sure if I wanted to share my personal life with the world.

But Ryan convinced me, telling me it would give my fans a glimpse into my life outside of the modelling world—I basically became a model at this point.

A goddamn model, just like that..

So, reluctantly, I created a private account where I shared behind-the-scenes moments from photoshoots, pictures of my casual outfits, and even a few snaps of my food and random musings..

To my surprise, people seemed to love it.

The comments and messages I received were overwhelmingly positive.

People appreciated the glimpses into my life, and it made me feel like I was connecting with my fans on a deeper level.

But with the good came the bad.

Every time I logged on, I was bombarded with messages from strangers, some of them overly enthusiastic, others downright inappropriate.

I tried my best to ignore the negative comments, but sometimes they would get to me.

I had become a target for online trolls and bullies, constantly tearing me down and picking apart every little thing I did.

The pressure to be perfect, both in front of the camera and on social media, was becoming too much to handle.

All of it, the attention, the expectations, the scrutiny.

It was all getting to my head.

I couldn't focus on my studies. 

I had my finals soon.

I found myself pulling all-nighters just to finish projects and study for exams.

I was exhausted, both physically and mentally.

I barely had any time to relax or do things I enjoyed.

My life had become a never-ending cycle of photoshoots, interviews, classes, and studying.

Today, I had another interview to get through.

I forced a smile as I made my way to the venue, knowing that the next few hours would be filled with questions about my life, my career, and my plans for the future.

But as I looked around, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety.

The place was swarming with people.

Not just fans and admirers, but other aspiring models, all with their own dreams and ambitions.

I couldn't help but compare myself to them, wondering if I was good enough, if I really deserved to be in this world of fashion..

As I made my way to the make-up room, I saw some other models, some with long legs, perfectly symmetrical faces, flawless skin..

I couldn't help but feel a pang of insecurity.