![]() You know, if you did that, had dermabrasion and a nose job, you could be really pretty. You are a lovely writer but if you want my job one day, I suggest you think about losing 10 kilos and investing in some decent clothes. ![]() And here - and I swear this is true (witnesses exist) - was her reply: ''Look, you are not in newspapers now and things are different in fashion. ![]() Within minutes I was in my editor's office explaining I had made a big mistake. I looked down at my own ankles anew and wondered if I, too, was being assessed like fatty cuts of scrag at the butcher's. I don't know what upset me more, the fact I was now working with a bunch of shallow bitches or the humiliation that my new dress to impress on day two in the fashion world actually was from Katies. Who sent her?'' ''She's what I call a catadog - a girl who wouldn't even make a Best and Less sales catalogue.'' ''Did you see what she was wearing? Was it Katies?'' ''All I know is I hatie.'' ''Fat.'' ''Haggard.'' ''Old.'' Giggles all round. ''Did you see her ankles?'' ''She was just awful. Then, I heard the comments from the team as each girl left. Never had I seen girls so stunning, so flawless, so otherworldly exquisite. Ever.Īnd so, I began by telling my teenage friend of my second day working in magazines, the day I had my own heart broken and ideals not so much dashed as bashed.Ī casting call for models for a swimwear shoot was taking place, meaning the girls had to sashay past my desk in features to the fashion office behind, where the stylists, editors and photographer were waiting to assess their suitability to fulfil the ''artistic vision'' du jour.Īs each model moved by, all white bean lean limbs and Siamese-sharp cheekbones, I was open-mouthed with admiration and awe. However, having worked on many glossy magazines throughout my career, I know the reality and wouldn't wish it on anyone. You see, I am only too well aware that young girls have a distorted view of the modelling world and the fashion industry it orbits. And despite knowing it would break her heart to hear it, I have never been happier to crush a dream. I was aware this time would come, because she has grown into quite a beauty with cream dream skin, copper cascading curls and Jessica Rabbit curves - the latter meaning she has little chance of ever making it on to a catwalk. I've known the now 16-year-old since she was a surprise blue stripe on a stick, and love her like she's my own. Last week I was asked to have a chat to a friend's teenage daughter, who had her heart set on travelling the world as a fashion model. NOT SO PRETTY: Modelling is a harsh business.
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