The author discusses their experience working as a model from ages 16-20 and the exploitation they faced in the industry. They felt constant pressure to lose weight and keep their body at unhealthy standards. They also experienced an unwanted sexual advance from an older casting director. By age 20, the author felt their career, social life, and mental health deteriorating, so they chose to quit modeling and pursue other opportunities like university education and becoming a journalist. The author believes leaving the modeling industry was the best decision and hopes to break the cycle of imitation and disappointment they saw many models experience.
The author discusses their experience working as a model from ages 16-20 and the exploitation they faced in the industry. They felt constant pressure to lose weight and keep their body at unhealthy standards. They also experienced an unwanted sexual advance from an older casting director. By age 20, the author felt their career, social life, and mental health deteriorating, so they chose to quit modeling and pursue other opportunities like university education and becoming a journalist. The author believes leaving the modeling industry was the best decision and hopes to break the cycle of imitation and disappointment they saw many models experience.
The author discusses their experience working as a model from ages 16-20 and the exploitation they faced in the industry. They felt constant pressure to lose weight and keep their body at unhealthy standards. They also experienced an unwanted sexual advance from an older casting director. By age 20, the author felt their career, social life, and mental health deteriorating, so they chose to quit modeling and pursue other opportunities like university education and becoming a journalist. The author believes leaving the modeling industry was the best decision and hopes to break the cycle of imitation and disappointment they saw many models experience.
Opinion Claire Ratinon I left my job in London to grow food. This deep connection with nature gives my life meaning..
I lost count of the times I was told to
lose weight as a model.
In the end, I quit.
Zoë Huxford Opinion
T he life of a model – walking in fashion shows for
Prada and Givenchy, shooting for Vogue – can seem, from
the outside, like a dream come true. By the time I was 20, it felt like everything – my career, social life, relationships – was imploding. Unhappy and overweight in fashion terms, I had to I was scouted and signed to a modelling agency when I was make a decision. I could do what my agent urged 16. It was a heady experience, but still confusing – I had had and go to a weight-loss camp for models, or quit. I no idea that a trip to Kent’s Bluewater shopping centre could chose the latter. I told my agent I intended to go to result in a total life change. Then, the week before I was due university, but since I had to wait until September to enter the first year of sixth form and begin my A-levels, my for the academic year to start, I wanted to travel agent asked if I would model at London fashion week. They first. My agent didn’t mind as I wasn’t making them said I’d only be out of school for a week, so of course I said much money. I was, quite simply, out of fashion. yes. That week turned into two, which spiralled into five as I was swept off to Milan and Paris to walk in Jil Sander, Oh spare me, you might think – yet another thin, Balenciaga and Louis Vuitton. white, conventionally attractive, young woman talking about the burden of being attractive. I get it, I was extremely fortunate that my career started like this, it is galling and exasperating to be told how heavy and I was even more fortunate that it continued. After that first the cross of physical beauty is to bear. To be week of work, I went on to shoot magazine editorials, walk clear: I’m aware of the privileges that being runways and travel fairly consistently over the next four years. attractive affords me. I’m also aware that For a 17-year-old, I was making decent money, too – even commodifying and profiting from my own body and after learning that when my agent said they were taking me beauty via the fashion industry doesn’t absolve me out to lunch, this would later be deducted from my pay. To of my own complicity in allowing such an industry observers, I was some sort of star, which wasn’t a totally to continue. But it is possible to capitalise on and unwarranted view given that publications such as Harper’s fall victim to the perils of beauty. Is there a way of Bazaar, bizarrely, the Sun named me a “face to watch”. reconciling the two? Possibly. I haven’t found an answer for it yet. If you have, send it my way. Of course, it’ll be a surprise to precisely no one that the modelling industry is, by design, exploitative. It capitalises on There is strength in knowing when to quit. With women (although this afflicts male models, too) who are often hindsight, leaving modelling was the best decision foreign (sometimes non-English speaking) and, as I was, very I could have made. Last year I obtained my young. I was 16 when I was first told to lose weight and, master’s in English literature from University throughout the four years I was modelling. College London and have since become a journalist. It’s sad to see how many people try to It wasn’t just the pressure – to which I succumbed – to force emulate models, so many of whom are deeply my body into becoming a weight it wasn’t designed to be that unhappy, and it’s this cruel and unnecessary cycle warned me of preordained disaster. I was 17 when I was of imitation and disappointment that I hope to going out to dinner with a friend, who also happened to be a break in my writing about the fashion industry. casting director – and in his late 30s. He texted saying he Until then, I’m now much happier having my needed to finish some work, and invited me to his house. I piece of cake – and eating it. went, made polite conversation, then he kissed me. I froze. I had to be friendly – there’s an unfair but nevertheless direct correlation between success and being liked – but, equally, I had been violated (though I didn’t have the courage to use that word at the time). I texted another model friend immediately afterwards, to which she replied: “Dude, ur young and hot. sucks, but was bound to happen.”