Melissa Stetten's Bratwalk
Backstage Bulimia at the Runway Show
It's hard not to consider purging when the only things you worry about is falling over and looking fat.
Crash Landing at the Runway Show
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...
I'm Drowning in Bird Shit and Self-Pity
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...
Who Needs Eternal Youth When You've Got Zoloft?
It's tough being a model when you're not a brainwashed child.
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