As I edged awkwardly out of my preteens with overly dry skin, lank hair, and standing about 4 foot 8, I had a strong desire to become a model-cum-actress after spending hours upon hours of flipping through glossies. I begged my mom time after time to enroll me into modeling schools, take me to LA for auditions, and avidly read seventeen like it held the truth to the universe. Luckily she had the wits about her to say “no” to the thousands of dollars it would cost to enroll me in what was likely a farce of a class, see that I wouldn’t be shooting up the eleven inches it would take to reach international modeling standards, and that like most things I had taken interest in- ballet, horseback riding, the viola- my passion to be a supermodel would peter out in due time.
I’ve never been very shy in front of the camera, as this series of photos obviously state. I’ve always looked up to women who are comfortable with their bodies, whatever shape or size, and remember being amazed at the beaches in France where the women would swan about topless or in thong bikinis- not giving a thought to nudity or how they might be perceived. I felt like a little Amish girl wearing my Roxy tank top and jean shorts as they floated in the ocean, bodies bared, nothing hidden. I was only 12, but I felt the freeness they experienced that came with letting it all out once in a while!