Maybe she is born with it Maybelline. I just spent the past two hours convincing a friend that she is gorgeous. Okay, so she is 5’9; has long chocolate brown hair, sea green eyes and white sparkly diamonds that she insists are her teeth. She can never walk anywhere without getting gawked at by half of the teen masculine population of my dear island of Puerto Rico. After a few years of “motivational” forcing from her mothers part to join the modeling world, she decided to go to a casting. The first casting went terribly wrong, but after a few of them she became quite requested. In the specific occasion she was at a photo shoot for Maybelline cosmetics, she noticed the photographer was shaking his head. She walked up to the fat pig to ask him if she was doing everything correctly according to his standards, but instead of getting a response all she got was a close up picture of her pores. He then proceeded to belch out for the whole world to know that her pores were as big as the Grand Canyon and that she should consider a nose job and a personal trainer while she was at it. SHE IS SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD! To what the world has come to! A girl who is barely on her average weight, who wears a pound of make up to cover up her under eye circles created by her excessive exercising and poor sleeping patterns, who gave up her goals to please her manipulative mother. How can she be treated like this? I do believe one should strive for perfection but promoting anorexia and BBD (Body Dimorphic Disorder) is not the correct way to do it. She was born with it Maybelline.
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