Found a box of my old modeling photos while cleaning out the closet. All those fancy dresses and big smiles. The agency sold it as 'confidence' and 'joy'. What they didn't see was the woman underneath staring at the white male photographers, silently begging one of them to rip the dress off, throw me on the set couch, and use my fat ass like a cheap toy until I cried. All that glamour, and all I ever really wanted was to be someone's filthy secret. To have my makeup ruined and my dignity stripped away by rough, pale hands. Funny, the lies we wear. Think I'll burn the pictures. The fantasy is hotter than the memory. 🔥📸