When I was younger, much younger – say, 18 years old – I was a tall, slim blonde, excelling at grammar school. The world was my oyster. I breezed through my A-levels, passed with flying colours. I got accepted to several top universities. People told me, at 5ft10 in stockinged feet, I should be a model.<\/p>\n
So do you know what I did?<\/p>\n
None of it.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t go to uni.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t become a model.<\/p>\n
Why? Not because I didn\u2019t have the intelligence, looks, or the ability. I didn\u2019t go because I was lacking that one vital ingredient for success: self-belief. I didn\u2019t think I was worthy. I woke up and told myself I couldn\u2019t do it. I wasn\u2019t good enough.<\/p>\n
Yesterday, I got signed to a model agency. The first one I applied to, in fact. A second one is now interested in signing me too. I\u2019m not telling you this to show off (although I am a teensy bit proud of myself). I\u2019m telling you this because one of the most important gifts that comes with age, experience, hard times, knock backs and failures is self-belief. Resilience.<\/p>\n
Ironically, before life had truly chewed me up and spat me out I had no confidence whatsoever. Yeah, I gave it the big\u2019un; pretended to be the buoyant bolshy blonde that everyone expected me to be, but inside I was a terrified little mouse. It was only AFTER everything went wrong that I discovered my true inner strength and confidence.<\/p>\n
On paper I\u2019m a failure: I work in retail for a start. I\u2019m divorced. Childless. Single. Living alone. But for the first time I know my value, and I understand my power. I don\u2019t suffer fools gladly. I take no shit.<\/p>\n
And yesterday, the Universe rewarded me with a modelling contract, aged 43. I\u2019m not the smooth-skinned, innocent 18 year old I once was. I\u2019ve got scars and flaws and wrinkles (many, many, wrinkles). But for the first time in my life I\u2019ve also got confidence. And muscles (don\u2019t forget the new-found muscles). And I\u2019m going to look down the lens of that camera, and I\u2019m going to bloody well own it.<\/p>\n
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