My life has pretty much been on the internet since I was 18. At least some version of me. The model me. Which means that none of my life has actually been on the internet, just some professional glean of what’s actually going on. When you’re young and trying to model you want to appear professional, especially in a sea of young models who have given being young a reputation of drama and complaining. And so when I was thinking or feeling something not indicative of a completely happy model that you would want to work with I had to keep it inside. I didn’t post about it on the internet where potential employers would see it and judge the judgement of that statement. The idea of wanting to put your life on the internet may seem trite and juvenile, but it can be therapeutic when you don’t have anyone in person that you can talk to openly without them making you feel bad for feeling bad.
Anyway, the moral of my story is that I’m sad, I’m having an ugly feeling day because I’ve had to rush to work a lot, and that one night was beautiful, but now I’m slightly heartbroken.
There internet… I don’t care if you judge me anymore.