"I tell people my breasts were made in Normandy from butter and crème fraiche" - Laeticia Casta
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In this model wonderland, Alice is generally only allowed to take the small pill. The industry urges kinetic frames to jolt down the catwalk like uneasy water birds finding their footing in mangrove swamps, emaciated statues pose regimented for the camera, and the world finds it beautiful.
This has changed to a degree over time and you can feel the swing to healthy bodies happening gradually. Or even reverting to the curves of the 80s/90s supermodels.
In a shallow world of looks you have to play your strengths like a sport. I existed in the fickle world of skinny wars. I was cursed with hips, thanks grandma – she passed on to me academic ability, obscure card playing skills and hips. I was once asked to lose weight by my Italian booker, who I then made feel my hips and expressed ‘you can’t do much about bone’. Two days later I got a swimwear TVC and she told me how great I looked. How the tune can change.
Model dimensions are meant to represent those of a lifesize replica of Barbie. However being top heavy is very unusual when you are slim. Boob jobs can make it difficult to crack the editorial market, but they can be great for commercial work. They do seem to be becoming more prevalent as surgery and cosmetic procedures become more accessible, realistic and acceptable. Generally where the boys are concerned though any boobs are good boobs - right.
Botox is rampant and the cost of keeping up looks is a real challenge, at least it is all tax deductible. The pressure is immense to conform to a prefect ideal. Most girls look in the mirror and don't recognise the beauty looking back at them. They only exaggerate the faults in their mind.
One of the strangest anomalies of our society becomes spectacularly apparent when you spend a significant amount of time immersed in this industry – the most physically beautiful people are often also the most insecure.
