Sovereign Syre is Sans Jupe

I went to shoot with a photographer to be submitted to _________ Magazine.  He told me to lose ten pounds and then he’d shoot me, because he needs me at my best.  I’m doing it, I’ve already lost four pounds, but for the record, I don’t think me ten pounds lighter is me at my best.  Sometimes you have to compromise to get what you want.

Good thing I’m never too fat to cam!

Monica Bellucci face.

Megan Fox face.

Gutted face.

What was funny was that he seemed to feel that I didn’t look like the pictures in my portfolio, because when I’d asked him to shoot me for submission to the magazine, he’d looked through my portfolio and wrote me back to say that yes, he would shoot me.

What is ironic, is that when I started modeling I was twenty pounds heavier than I am now.  Holly Randall shot me when I was ten pounds heavier than I am now.  Half the pictures in my portfolio depict me at being much heavier than I am now.  And yet, I had never in my entire career been told to lose weight.

Not because I think I’m thin or perfect, but because I tend to aim for jobs that are made for someone who looks like me, because I don’t have any illusions about where I fit in the scheme of things.

Still mystified.

Maybe its the fasting induced fugue.

BRB.  I’m about to have a religious ecstasy.