Greetings, from the world’s biggest chump. I did something so stupid, I have to share. See, I entered this contest. A model search. Let me say, I do not think I am some sort of goddess, looks-wise. But, people have always complimented my skin and hair and eyes, even total strangers, so, I thought, what the heck? I’ve seen some of their models, and frankly, I do believe I can look better than they do. The grand prizes were thousands-of-dollars modeling contracts, and since my current career is what you might politely call “stalled”…
Sheez, I am such a jerk. The search was for “plus-size” models. Their idea of plus size starts at a size ten and goes up. I’m not even going to get started on how stupid it is to call a size ten plus. I’m not a rail but I don’t cause cracks in the sidewalk, either. Anyway, I entered. Twice. They said you could send as many as you like. Photos and entry forms, that is. One of each per envelope. My photos were good. Did I mention their was a $20 processing fee for each entry? Yeh, I ate that freakin’ $40. I should have done something more productive with it, like flushing it down the toilet, or, just putting it directly up my ass.
Anyway, the time drew near. And then it was time. They were to let the 30 finalists and five alternates know by mail and by phone. I did not make it. I did not make it. I did not. I DID not. Fuck. It’s not too good for the self-esteem, that.
So, I’m an idiot, and not a model-looking idiot either, apparently. The one bright spot is that I had the sense not to tell anyone that I was entering. The only thing worse than actually losing is having people ask you questions and you have to tell them you lost. Ugh. So, I’m spared that, at least.
And, I really, REALLY wish I had my two photos and $40 back. My two photos, which now grace the inside of the old circular file, ready to move on to a landfill in New York or wherever. I can’t believe I was such a chump.
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Dammit.
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