I was teased all throughout middle school. Everyone called me "the big girl", "the tall girl", "stilt woman" and any other colorful nickname they could give me. My release was reading fashion magazines and noticing how "big" these girls were. I had never realized that having long limbs was actually a good thing and even an enviable quality. "I wish I were taller," people would say to me longingly. What?! Where were you when I was getting ridiculed for wearing high-waters in 7th grade? All I could do was hope one day I would grow up and be like the supermodels. What sweet revenge to all of my pygmy classmates who laughed at me.
My favorite model when I started to pay attention was Shalom Harlow. I thought she looked like my mom, and in my eyes, there's nobody more beautiful than Mum. She made modeling look like art. I will never forget her face or how she made me feel like there was hope for gangly, awkward me.
I wonder if anyone ever teased her...who's laughing now, sucka?