When I was 12 or 13, I wistfully dreamed of a day in my life when I would be all glammed up, strutting my stuff in front of a camera instead of conjugating verbs for Mrs. Polk in 7th grade English class. I envisioned myself walking up to the cash register at SuperValu with my mom, only to spot my picture on the cover of Seventeen and YM magazines. "What? Little old me on a magazine?" Cue the paparazzi!
There were several things in my life at the time that made this scenario improbable.
- I lived in a small town in Nebraska. For as good as Abbott Studio * was at family portraits and senior pictures, it was not the kind of place where cover features for national magazines were being shot.
- At 12, I wore a size 16. We’re talking 1992 here – plus size magazines and models didn’t really exist. Not to the extent that they do now. So for whom would I actually be modeling?
- Also? I had terrible posture. To the point where I had to take private ballet lessons in order to learn how to quit galumphing around all the time.
So when a local online retailer asked me to model its plus size line for an upcoming launch, I coolly told them, ‘Sure.’ And then my inner 13-year old like, totally freaked out.
Over the next few blog posts, I’ll tell you what the experience was like – and whether or not it lived up to my glamour shot dreams…
*Seriously, though - Abbott Studio is fantastic. Steve Abbott is super talented and if you live anywhere near York, Nebraska you should go get your picture taken by him.
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