A Models Life

This a premise for a book I am thinking of writing with poems. To go behind the scenes and capture the essence of a true model complete with photographs.

What is a models life,

Is it all glamor and lights.

Is it travel to exciting place and seeing wonderful sights.

Or is it just another job.

A place to work and nothing more.

It is long hours in the sun waiting to get the right shots,

It is constant attention correcting makeup and hair.

Is it waiting for the right weather.

It is all of these things and more.

It could be from the rising of the sun to late into the night,

just waiting for the right conditions.

It is enduring the hot sands or harsh lights used for that perfect shot.

Constant wondering if there are bags under their eyes from the late work nights and the early calls,

It is the fear of the crow’s feet in the corner of your eyes as age creeps forward.

For a few,

they show little sign of changing.

While the rest go under the knife to correct those little signs to give them some more time in the spotlight.

Not only do they go in front of the camera.

They have to walk up and down that runway to display the latest fashions for a world renown designer.

Once one design is displayed,

you have to rush to get ready for the next dress or outfit,

display that one and then the next one.

There is always one thought in the back of their minds.

Who will be the next model and replace me.

Relegating them to obscurity and then forgotten.

For there are always new faces on the scene.

Hungry for their place on the runway or in front of the camera.

To be the next supermodel to rise.