You’re getting old when…
…You do a photoshoot for a couple hours and you wake up the next morning aching all over. I don’t think my muscles have ever ached so much, to the point where I actually woke up from the pain1. It’s not like I was doing the human pretzel or anything obscene for the shoot. All I did was pose on a motorcycle at 10 minute intervals with long breaks in between:
Minus the terrible pain2, it was really fun. Well, it would’ve been more fun if:
- We actually started on time. The photographers, fashion designer, and makeup artists were all late, and I blame that on Murphy’s Law.
- The makeup artists knew how to apply makeup on Asians. I kinda wish I got to do my own makeup
- I could find my VS strapless bra. I think my closet ate it, so I had to use my old one, which was mad loose
- There weren’t a SHITLOAD of people at the waterfront, all staring at us
- I didn’t have to wear a teeny tiny pink dress and flash everyone because it was so damn short
But then again, when you model, you really don’t get to decide on a lot of those things. So I just sucked it up and tried not to trip on my heels and dislocate anything. Epic fail on the not dislocating anything…I still can’t walk properly
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