A different model
From an early age, everyone told me how hard it was to understand me. But they never thought about how hard it was for me to understand them. How then could I understand something like the world of modeling?
As a child, I didn't understand why I didn't have friends. I did not laugh at jokes and did not understand the situations that were common for those around me. I couldn't make eye contact with people and talking to someone was a nightmare for me. I suffered from Asperger's Syndrome.
It was absolutely incomprehensible to my parents, especially my mother. My two older brothers were perfectly healthy. No one in the family had any illness or similar defect, just me.
My mom couldn't understand it, and she certainly wasn't going to put up with it. She forced me to go to various exercises and therapies several times a week, but none of that helped me. Simply because I didn't want it that way myself and I didn't feel comfortable with the therapists. I think it would of helped me a lot more if my mother ever showed that I am not just a burden for her, but above all one of her children.
One day it all made me angry. I decided to prove to the whole family that I wasn’t useless and could live a normal life. It was hard for me just to buy coffee at the snack bar… Fortunately, I had a strong will.
When I think about it, I still don't understand what had broke inside me to such an extent that I entered a competition for future models. From an early age, I heard that I was beautiful, but also a little weird. But where else but in modeling can such properties be applied?
I remember the horror in my mom's eyes when I told her where I was going. It meant entering a crowd and talking to a jury, which included one of the world's most famous top models. The world marvels at the fact that I did it, and I even made it to the finals. It was actually my syndrome that helped me with that.
Today, my parents proudly play a series of shows where I performed, to all our friends. I do not get involved. Despite all the successes that it has brought me, I experienced hell during the competition. I didn't get along with the other competitors and often didn't understand the tasks they were giving us. The photographers complained that it was difficult to communicate with me. And above all, I do not care about the attention and flattery I received from my relatives.
I am proud of myself. I overcame myself in a way that was beyond my expectations. But who had eventually overcome even more was my mother. She was a huge support and driving force for me when I wanted to give up in the competition. Not only me but also my mother needed this life experience. She realized that she didn't have to spend all her time with me so that something bad wouldn't happen to me. Although I can sometimes get lost on the street in front of our house, I will not get lost in life.
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