Me, a model? That is far-fetched! I don’t have the finesse of being a ‘real‘ woman. But a friend knows a friend who takes pictures for a hobby. He is retired but he fills his day making beautiful pictures. So I get to pose for half a day and be a ‘model’.
Back in the Philippines, my friends would tell me I have a 1 million dollar smile. It is captivating they say, so I kind of gotten used to it and considered it to be one of the most beautiful aspect of me. But when I met Fonske, he told me that I am much prettier without it. I suddenly felt awkward because smiling has become an automatism to me whenever a picture has to be taken. I have to smile when there’s a camera. No one has to see all the miseries I have been through in life, that’s what I always thought.
When I arrived home, I immediately looked at the .RAW files he “dropboxed” me. It took me days if not weeks to accept that different side of me. I must agree, Fonske was right. I am also pretty even without that half-moon curve on my lips. What do you think?
Credits to: ARP pictures for this memorable experience although I don’t think, if I were prettier and younger, I would consider becoming a professional model as a career myself. My legs were stiff afterwards! However, I do love looking at myself in my beautiful dresses and in my beautiful shoes.