How do I break into the modeling world? Do I have what it takes to become a supermodel? Where did I leave my keys? I will answer none of these questions in my new book I'm Just Here for the Free Scrutiny. But I will provide you with a few laughs as I talk about my time in the fashion and commercial industries. From when I learned I don't have a sex-phone operator voice to when I fainted in the middle of a shoot. From when I bombed a movie audition to when I was upstaged by the modeling equivalent of a soccer mom. It's all here. So sit back, relax, and listen to a few stories that will remind you that modeling is about as glamorous as babysitting a bunch of toddlers. Toddlers on a sugar rush. By the way, your keys are underneath your jacket in the kitchen.
©2014 Abby Rosmarin (P)2014 Audible Inc.
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This was a witty tongue-in-cheek look at the modeling industry from the middle. Like the author I tried modeling, like the author I was plus sized; unlike the author I got very little work. At 6-4 and anywhere from 205 to 220 my size was a major drawback. I do have the wonderful memory of being in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina standing hip deep in the Atlantic ocean in March, hoping not to die of hypothermia.
Her story of trying for a part in a movie was poignantly amusing; I remember being told to "walk bigger" in my one and only stab at being in the movies. Evidently I didn't walk bigger.
She touches on wannabe parents, runway mothers, insensitivity to the point of heartlessness and the lack of the humanity in a business that isn't nearly as glamorous as it might appear to be from the outside. This is a very good two and a half hour listen.
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