I read Wendy's post that others are discussing (thanks for the link). It feels very much from the heart, and her feelings are her feelings. At the same time, there are some aspects that seem (and here I'm not quite sure of the word—misguided? Overly sensitive? Unfairly self-critical? Like a diary entry on a really bad day?)
She's no doubt a lovely woman, a real stunner. Her features are distinctive, strong as opposed to cute and cuddly. Her body is the same way, her breasts making her like a race car without a muffler. Not subtle beauty here, more like a punch in the gut (or elsewhere).
So hundreds of millions of women would wish to look that good, with that much sex appeal. But she is of a certain look, in the way that a six foot tall woman who's skinny with raging cheekbones and doe eyes has a certain look. Wendy's photo niche is the one she fits into; the six foot tall woman would have a completely different niche. We're talking about modeling, either for a living or for additional money on top of a living. Her look won't be accepted in one venue because of her look, while in another venue she can be at the top or near the top.
So isn't it a glass half-full/half-empty thing? Some models have The Face, or The Legs, or The Eyes or whatever. I get that the photographer probably acted like a barely interested jerk—who knows where his professional interests lie, and what a "perfect" model would be to him. And family—sometimes they can kill you with their brutal love. Or not, it all just depends on what you've got there.
Which is sort of my point, that it might be a better direction, if possible, to count one's rather abundant blessings? In the modeling sense they're all right there for everybody to see, so why not celebrate that? Sure, wouldn't it be nice to have an adorable chipmunk look, but then wouldn't it be great to have a ton of other different attributes than one was given? Yet the gifts are there, already. Just not all of them on anybody.
Sorry if this is a weird first post—the topic hit me especially hard because I'm right in the middle of writing a BE story that tries to envision a character (Dawn) who's uncomfortable with having such a slim and stacked figure, and becomes somewhat magically transformed into doing what I described above, celebrating what she has on the way to modeling for the internet (it's at mcstories and called "The Breast Way To Get the Girls" if anyone wants to give it a whirl. I'll be posting it through the summer and don't know if it's okay to link that here).
Anyway, here's to the glass being half full, and growing.
