I was a high fashion teen model in the 1980's.
I worked for Elite in Kansas City, Chicago and Tokyo. My manager in Chicago was the same one who discovered Cindy Crawford. By the time I started working for Elite Chicago, Cindy had gone to NY and other bigger cities to become a giant supermodel.
I can’t remember how I got into modeling. When I was 15 years old, my friends told me that I should be a model so I entered a Teen Magazine modeling competition. I placed in the top 10. From there my mother assisted me in most aspects of my modeling career and would set up appointments on the phone for me. I worked for Halls, The Peruvian Connection and would occasionally appear in the Kansas City Star. Modeling in Kansas City was a low-key operation and I made a load of money on a very sporadic basis. I remember making $500 for a shoot that lasted 3 hours. This was a lot of money for a teenager.
Towards the end of my senior year in high school I learned that Elite Chicago was scouting for models in KC. I thought I should give it a shot. It worked. I was hired immediately and arrangements were made for me to live in Chicago and work for Elite. I was 17 years old.
Once I arrived in Chicago I was told by my manager that I was not skinny enough.
I was also told that my ankles were too thick. I was horrified. I played sports in high school and had a really toned body and it never occurred to me that I was not skinny. Actually I never thought about my body at all. I was very active, healthy and lean.
Then my reality began to shift. It was being defined by those around me at the agency. They all thought I was overweight so I started to believe them. Most of the models I worked with looked anorexic. When compared to them, I did look bigger. I was healthy and they were near death with zero body fat anywhere. But I couldn’t see this. I was a perfectionist and wanted to be the absolute best at everything, including modeling.
I had invested a lot of time and energy into this move to Chicago. It was quite terrifying to hear my manager talk about how I needed to lose some weight because I realized that if I didn’t lose it, I would be sent home and face a barrage of judgement from people back home, “Leah was too fat and couldn’t do it. What a loser!”
I wish I had had the strength to just say, “F&^% you” to my manager and pack up my stuff and return to KC. But I need to give myself a break. I was a child. I wasn’t even 18 years old. The lure of fame, money and status was too great. I decided to stay. I decided to begin starving myself.
I had begun experimenting with starving myself and throwing up meals around the same time I started modeling. It seemed the most logical thing to do since my weight was seen as a problem by my manager in Chicago. At the time I was 5'10 and weighed around 128 pounds. Here is a photo that was taken after I had starved myself for 2 weeks. My limbs would fall asleep at night and I was dizzy all the time:
I failed at anorexia most of the time. I could go for a few days without eating but would then be really hungry and would eat too much. Then I would throw up most of the excess food. I remember becoming absolutely fixated on achieving a skeletal body. I would pore over magazines, in search of absurdly skinny role models. I found plenty of role models to fuel my eating disorder. I began to feel really proud when I went days without eating. I would watch regular people and pass judgment on them. I thought they were lame and lacked self-control.
At this point you’re probably thinking, “Well, your eating disorder sucked, but what about the parties? What about your love life? What about the money? What about the feeling of getting famous?” My answer: I was 17. I didn’t drink. I didn’t really like socializing. I was shy. I didn’t have boyfriends. I didn’t get out of control. I spent most of my time in my apartment alone when I wasn’t working.
One day there was a casting call to work in Tokyo, Japan. I got it. My contract with Elite Tokyo guaranteed that I would make $20,000 in three months no matter what. That meant that even if I didn’t get chosen for modeling gigs while I was there, they would pay me anyway! Only a fool would say no.
On my first night in Tokyo, I received a call from my agent, Mimi. She said she was taking me out to eat at a restaurant. When I got to the restaurant I was shocked to find a whole table full of models and businessmen. Mimi hadn’t mentioned that there were going to be men there. I thought I was hired to be a model, not a prostitute. I felt a sick, twisted feeling in my stomach when I arrived at the restaurant.
I was placed next to an Australian businessman named Alan Bond. He told me he was Mr. Bond, the richest man in Australia and at the time, he was. I found him to be disgustingly pathetic, pompous, unattractive and old. He really loved talking about himself and tried very hard to impress me with tales of his obscene wealth. I was unimpressed. But I was also aware of the power dynamics. Mr. Bond owned me that evening. He had paid Mimi. Just how much, I never knew, but I had signed my life away in that contract. I had to do whatever Mimi said or else she’d send me back home to the States.
After talking with Mr. Bond for fifteen minutes, I could tell he wanted to fuck me. I immediately began plotting how to get away from this man who, in his words, “owned all of Australia.” After scanning the table for other models who were rebellious like me, I motioned to one and she came over to me. I suggested that we go to the dance floor for a bit. I expressed how freaked out I was that we had essentially been set up to be unpaid prostitutes for these bloated Australian tycoons. She was disgusted too, so we filled up on French chocolate tears, fruit and tea, then I told Mimi that we had to leave to meet some friends at a bar. I never found out if any of the models ended up having sex with Mr. Bond but I think one got really friendly with him. It was a disgusting experience.
Welcome to fucking Japan.
If you liked this, read the next chapter: The Modeling Industry Destroyed My Soul Part 2: THE YAKUZA. Find out how I almost dated a Japanese mafia man.
Learn about my naïveté with regards to not understanding what, “Do you want to go home with me?” meant. I remained a virgin the entire time I was a model.
This post originally appeared in my Medium publication: https://medium.com/into-the-raw/the-modeling-industry-destroyed-my-self-esteem-and-soul-6ba3037b26eb#.uy473174v
This is going to sound cheesy but thank you for writing about this. Many times models are just seen as pretty faces in pictures but this post tells the raw reality that is hidden in plan sight and is always overlooked. Also I'm glad you were able to get away from Mr. Bond
me too!!!! He was horrible!
People forget that most young models are virgins! They are wearing sexy clothes and yet they've never had sex. It's insane. I was a virgin the entire time I was a fashion model.......
Holy cow! What movie is that from?! - This was an amazing read, so in-depth and emotional.. Wow, you've got some serious writing skills!! - I look forward to read more from you. Thank you very much for this fantastic share!
This is only the first part! There are two more parts!
I was going to turn it into a book, but I have ADD really bad,
I got distracted by something else.
i have 4 or 5 half-written books.......i guess Steemit is my new publisher.
That's amazing. I would love to read all the parts, and I will, as soon as they're out! :) Fantastic work!
you're my biggest fan right now. I fully appreciate you.
Appreciation goes both ways I guess.. :)
the movie is my life.
Yeah, I understand that, but I was like: "WOW?!" when I read it.. It was an amazing read. I loved everything about it. You really touched me with your story. Meanwhile it's a superb read and a very emotional story, it really saddens me to read it, as I know it's a true story.
Wow, what a disturbing and terrible experience that must have been for you! It really pisses me off to see how young girls are taken advantage of in this industry. There was a time in my teens when I wanted to be a fashion model more than anything but my dreams got crushed as a result of the sexual abuse I experienced from my father. He used that dream as a weapon against me (long story). As horrible as that was, however, I doubt that it would have been a pleasant experience had I continued pursuing modeling as a career.
I had it relatively good. However, I did some investigative journalism recently and uncovered some serious fucking filth that involves me only a little.....I could have been Carre Otis, the supermodel who was raped when she was a virgin. Here's the horror story. I made my research into this video that describes what i accidenally uncovered:
This is my video by the way. I did all the editing, everthing.What a tragic story :( And what a SICK FUCK to have done this to underage girls! I hope he blows his brains out if he hasn't already done so, the prick! And thank goodness you were spared from this hellish nightmare... the thought that it could have very easily been you must be very disturbing, to say the least.
Carre was raped in Paris and my agent told me i should work in Paris. I had heard Paris was tough so I stayed away
Amazing story! I can imagine you as a young Judy Dench telling off Mr Bond.
Ugh. Sounds every bit as awful as I'd imagine it to be.
You're so beautiful in the pictures!
thanks.
A friend of mine went through a similar experience, with similar reports. Another industry with banal evil at its core...
The more the underbelly of various industries is exposed, the easier it is for young people to get the real picture of what they're being sold. Thanks for adding to the clarity.
you are very welcome.
Thank you for sharing your story, @stellabelle. You and I have had a couple interactions here the last day or two that were a bit confusing to me. In one you called me a genius, in the next I felt put down. I was a bit confused because I didn't understand where you were coming from. Thank you for helping me understand. You have a powerful story, and I'm glad you can share it here with all of us.
Are there any positive experiences you have had in the modeling industry? Suggestions or words of advice for those thinking of getting into the industry?
Run like fucking hell. Any parent who allows their child into the industry is an idiot. Tell any parent to call me. I never told you the rest: drugs, the sleazy photographers who tried to date me when I was 15 years okd. There is nothing good about the fashion world. Exploitive and verging on criminal
Hey @stellabelle great part 1, can´t wait for part 2.
I also worked for Halls, in the commercial industry + a bunch of other brands, I got a lot of model friends from the fashion industry with similar experience so I know you are telling the truth.
Following.
I find that surprising for such a negative to emanate through an entire industry. As a consumer is their particular brands which have the worst reputation? Additionally are there any who are actually trying to change the fashion world for the better?
Can't wait to read the rest of this one. :D
Thank you for being so open and sharing!
I resteemed and shared on facebook as an example how someone can make almost $400 off posting their Old Modeling photos from over 30 years ago and STILL make money off them AND their interesting life story!
yes, i saw that. I looked at your photos too.
you seem to use the stream of consciousness thought pattern while writing....i wonder if you speak in the same way. I can relate.
I feel like my dreamworld just spills out into reality constantly.
It's like i'm on drugs 24/7, but I'm not. I made myself this way through trial and error.
very moving story. thank you for sharing