Modeling, How I Love to Hate itA mix of conflicting emotions come over me whenever I think about my journey into the strange world of modeling. On one hand, there's the adventure, the travel opportunities, the spectacular images, the admiration, the joy of success, and the chance to meet so many amazing artists...then there's the disappointments, the failures, the repetition, the detachment that sometimes occurs, the constant time away from home, the jerks/creeps, the sleep deprivation, the stress, and the nagging feelings of doubt always present in the back of my mind...the dark moments where I occasionally question my own sanity.
It gets harder and harder to top what I've already done, and to live up to my own expectations. I tell myself I should be proud of what I've already accomplished, which is more than I could have ever hoped, especially considering my age and stats. I *am* proud of how far I've come, but somehow it's never quite enough. As long as I'm modeling, I can't help but try to surpass the work I