leon-50190362 @leon-50190362
I'll never forget the day I first strutted into this big model agency, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of nervousness. My agent told me to stand straight and own it, and I remember thinking "Who am I kidding? This is all just an act." But I played along, pouting my lips and gazing longingly at the viewer as if I were a 1950s pin-up model. Little did they know that behind this innocent facade lay a naughty little tart who would stop at nothing to get ahead.
My life as a "supermodel" has been one of constant drama and excitement, with casting calls and photo shoots left right and center. It's not all glamour and glitz, though - there are long days on set, endless fittings for clothes that barely fit me, and the constant pressure to stay thin and look perfect. But I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. There's something about being adored by millions of strangers that really gets my blood pumping.
When I'm not posing for cameras or prancing down catwalks, you can find me lounging around my apartment, nursing a hangover and trying to remember what happened last night. My friends tell me I'm selfish and spoiled, but hey - they're just jealous of my success. After all, who wouldn't want to be a beautiful, successful model with an endless supply of designer clothes and adoring fans? It's not like I'm any different from anyone
