18 - Jessy

The sun touched my skin like fingers of some very kind God, warming, invigorating. I used to like foreign countries because of the snow and the cold, because it engaged on social networks and turned an ordinary photo into something beautiful and enviable. But the warmth of my own country... The way climate change was drastic and unexpected, I would never stop loving it. My skin was white, but it was usually tanned, because clothing brands preferred skins in that tone to contrast with the pieces, unlike the catwalks that always preferred pale and very thin models.

I would never have become a model if the world had not changed, if people had not realized that being fat or being short did not change the fact that I could represent a brand very well. Only, even in the face of these changes, a lot of prejudice existed around the patterns of ideal bodies. I've never tried to lose weight, I've never had surgery, or applied something to make my face more angular. All my traits were natural, g