What I wished for most right now, was to rub it in his stupid narcissistic, little face. Damaging his pride, for sure. I hated him. They all said I would never make it as a model. Here I was, boarding the airliner for the biggest event in fashion history. Although there's just one minor setback. As I walked in to the...
I'm sorry if this story is bothering you. But if it is, it's clearly not meant for you. "What's depression like?" A friend once asked. I didn't know what to say. Because when people ask you things like "What's wrong" and "How are you?" and "Can I help you?" I never know what to say. I end up lying. I end up answering...