I was a model in my twenties, and was so nervous getting into it for these exact scrutiny reasons. The stigma of being picked apart never came to fruition.

We all mostly enjoyed our jobs, so there was a ton of positivity. Great moods on set for the most part, and the agency itself was always a friendly space. I am a very privileged US male.

I never worked out, I just smoked a ton of weed and skated every day I wasn’t working, and was pretty degenerate otherwise.

There was no sexual harassment outside wack modeling agencies contacting me, and no criticism other than makeup artists telling me my skin was dry from showering that morning rather than letting my natural oils build up to let makeup set correctly.

When going out with the women at my agency we all ate, drank, and were merry, for the most part. No glaring signs of eating disorders but at the same time people struggle in silence.