Yesterday I discovered Chrissy Tiegan's blog. If you aren't familiar with this stunning Sports Illustrated model, Google, and get back to me. She's also engaged to John Legend (swoon) and loves to cook and eat (double swoon). She's like a regular person, minus the whole famous model thing. I became completely engrossed in her drunken culinary adventures. I also appreciated her honesty, when it came to discussing maintaining her weight for her job. That is something I will never have to worry about. Think about it.
Your livelihood depends on your appearance. Most of us mere mortals have days we wander this great metropolis looking like we crawled out of a drain. I know I do, more often than I'd like to admit. Models are hired based on their looks. Is their face symmetrical? Is their nose too long? Legs too short? Hips too wide? How does this blazer hang on her? I get the chills just thinking about it. Obviously there are many perks to being a model. Access to Adam Levine being one of them, but I digress.
Whenever I find myself green with envy looking at Giselle, I am reminded that she may have won the genetic lottery, but I can wear my ten year-old PSU sweatpants if I want. And no one will look twice. I mean, does it get any better than that? Well, yes it does, but you see my point. I am judged in my professional life on my talents. I have never received feedback that my face was too round or I needed to lose weight. Well, I have been told those things, but never in a professional setting. People do not like me because of my body. They fall in love with my charming personality, obviously. There is something to be said for that.
My point, if you can believe I have one, is that I am excited that I get to be me. Not all day every day, but most of the time. It was not easy getting to this point. I work hard to feel good about myself. Sometimes the Green Eyed Monster wins a battle, but I'm still winning the war. Stop comparing yourself to models. Put on an awful outfit and go to work. Do it because you can!