I’m Gonna be a Subpar Model?

Sometimes it feels like I’m expected to try to look like a supermodel. But because models are anomalies, I’m gonna fall short of the ideal we’ve made. Way, way short in fact, to the point that if I spent thousands of dollars and years of my life trying to fix my flaws, I could still never catch up.

So, I could be a subpar model.

OR…

Maybe I’ll just go be awesome instead.

That is a thought I had the other day at a singles meetup, where a beautiful woman batted her enormous extended eyelashes at a man who didn’t even notice her. And don’t think I’m judging her for having fake lashes. Trust me, I’ve gone to great lengths myself. I thought of my own lashes which I’d carefully coated and combed to the max. There was even a time I’d cut them short, having heard it would make them grow long and thick (it doesn’t work.) And for what?

My thoughts went something like this: “Why do we do this? Are we trying to look like we sell mascara for a living? Or like our job is to stand in the department store window? Like some sort of sub-supermodel?” None of those words formed in my brain, because my brain doesn’t work that way usually. But this phrase did appear: Subpar Model. I could be a subpar model (not even that, really). And I laughed to myself at the play on words, and figured my dad would like it.

I also figured I should never ever blog about it.

Until I ran into this story.

Announcer John Inverdale speculated whether Wimbledon winner Marion Bartoli’s dad had told her she wasn’t pretty enough. He said maybe her dad coached her to be scrappy so she could successful. What an asinine thing to say, right? And then, in an attempt to make things right, he said he was simply poking fun in a nice way about her looks.

Poking fun in a nice way? Mmhmm. Sure. But it’s not all Inverdale’s problem. He didn’t come up with the idea that a woman’s most important quality is her looks, and lacking that we must seriously compensate. That attitude’s been around a long, long time. He is just repeating what he’s been taught.

What impressed me about the article was Bartoli’s response to the criticism.

“It doesn’t matter, honestly. I am not blonde, yes. That is a fact. Have I dreamt about having a model contract? No. I’m sorry, but have I dreamed about winning Wimbledon? Absolutely, yes. And to share this moment with my dad was absolutely amazing, and I am so proud of it.”

Awesome answer. I just want to be healthy and active and do what I love, and be really good at what I do. And I’m gonna eat today, and I’m gonna eat tomorrow … and I’m never gonna try to be a supermodel. 🙂