Articles by Melissa Stetten
The penetrating gaze of a lecherous photog has our heroine on the run. When you're a model, people want you to get your tits out and won't take no for an answer.
it's hard not to consider puurging when the only things you worry about is falling over and looking fat.
I make my way into the loft and see half-naked models changing into ridiculous outfits. “You must be Melissa!” The peppy young assistant yells. “That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” I say back to her. No one laughs. She escorts me over to the designer, and he looks me up and down…
I’m a shitty model. I book the shitty jobs. I’ll occasionally book a huge print ad that supplies me with enough money to support my coke habit for at least a few months. I’m kidding of course. My salary disappears into designer clothes and therapist appointments. Well spent if yo…