Monday, August 26, 2013
______Do you ever have mornings where you wake up hungrier than a hungry hippo, all because the week was just that exhausting? Because I do.
______Last Saturday morning was like that for me. The sun blazed through my eyelids like headlights through fog, and as soon as I was conscious, I felt a hollowness in my stomach that churned and pleaded to be fed. I eagerly sprung from my covers, wasting no time to dash into the dorm kitchenette. After scarfing down a flawlessly cored apple enveloped in peanut butter, I swaggered coolly out of my dorm building for my daily morning bike ride.
______The entire campus was eerily quiet, even though the morning sun was well rested and already creeping toward the pinnacle of the sky. Half a dozen or so dedicated runners were sprinkled about the sidewalks of the main quad, and a few tired students paced the sidewalks like feeble weeble-wobbles that just wouldn't fall down. A sparse few cars wormed their way through the usually congested streets in silent strides. The usual stress of avoiding crashing my bike into 8am class-goers was wiped from my mind, as was worrying over making double and tripletakes before crossing intersections.
______Saturday mornings are the best for bike rides because everyone is hungover from Friday night frat parties, lolling about in their bedcovers like drugged sloths, resulting in streets that are wider, emptier, freer. I've learned the earlier you wake in college, the better.
______Later in the day, I wandered into a locally-owned clothing store to browse a delectable-looking sales rack that shouldered the entire left wall of the store. As I was checking out, the stylish little lady running the register asked me sweetly, "Have you ever done any modeling?" I laughed uneasily and replied that I kind of had before as a faux bride for a vintage limousine service, and also informed her of this here blog. She said that they were looking for ladies to model their clothes for adverts and promos and such and that I looked apt for the job, and so I jumped at the opportunity, eagerly barfing my numbers on her person.
______She texted me later in the day saying she'd let me know when the time came to do the actual photo shoot. I was delighted to find that she wasn't offended by my word barfage, but even more relieved that I remember my own phone number in the heat of the conversation; I have this odd tendency to give out my mother's phone number instead of my own, and that has caused much confusion in the past.
______That encounter was awesome for two reasons. One, because derp modeling duhrp supa-rad resume stuff yeah son yeaaah, and two, because I've been feeling rather unconfident about my appearance and weight lately for the very same reasons I did a few months ago here. It was nice to know that yeah, even though I've gained a little bit of weight, I'm still "looking decent enough" to maybe model. As pathetic and shallow as it sounds, a strange form of comfort bubbled in my mind as a result of this potential opportunity. A strange kind of reassurance. A pat on the shoulder coupled with a voice that echoed inside of me that said, "Yeah, you're okay," even though I weigh a little more, even though I'm not an ultra-twig that disappears when she turns to the side.
______That being said, I do hope I don't have to pass any ridiculous skinny aptitude tests, such as being able to hula hoop a Cheerio. If that was the case I'd definitely fail because a) I am unable to hula hoop a Cheerio and b) I would probably sniff out and eat the Cheerio before the test even began.
Collared top, ankle socks: Forever 21
Skirt: Moon Collection
Oxford heels: Jeffrey Campbell
Necklace: Charming Charlie
Earrings: Betsey Johnson, via Nordstrom Rack
Snogging zebras bracelet: Charming Charlie (geez, get a room)
Hairpins: via World Market
Hair: styled by momma dearest