At Least One of Them Were Ugly. . . .

                I have many roles and labels as I live and work in this city; I am a student, a babysitter, and an intern. I intern at a beauty public relations firm and what i have learned from my internship is that beauty public relations is a busy world and sometimes has bizarre requests. Although, without it I would not have met the beautiful people that I did.
                It started off a typical day for an intern: waiting around for my task to be given to me or doing tasks that other people were too “busy” to do but usually lazy to do. As I was going back and forth between errands, I noticed a bunch of really tall and skinny girls overcrowding the waiting area. Being me, I shrugged them off but every time I saw them I gave them that “mean girls” smile (I guess it is a girl thing). I found out that that they were models responding to casting call for an event that my company was hosting for KMS hair products.
                The girls that work at my internship, in the back office with me, were just as intrigued, excited, and judgemental to see the models just as much as I was. Explanation for my words of choice: Intrigued because they were real models even though they were not famous. Excited because we neither of us had an experience like this before. Judgmental because they were all tall and gorgeous. Nevertheless, after completing my highly unstimulating task of unpacking neon, $75 bracelets, my next task was given to me.
                The task was to invite each model in, on at a time, ask them general questions, look at their portfolio of pictures, and then take pictures of them myself. I was extremely excited but bitter. The reason for the bitterness? I am 5’5, with short hair (that was put in a beret that day) interviewing face to face, girls with hair that made them look like they just came from the set of a hair commercial and the shortest person of their kind is 5’8. Do you understand the bitterness now? Even though I was being a hater I was anxious to interact with them. So I am going to tell you about my favorites!
                The first girl was TONYA. She was a Wilhelmina model, meaning she had contractual agreement and nothing to mess with, 5’10, long brown hair, and the most charismatic personality for someone with so much height. The next girl was SARA. She too was a Wilhelmina model. As well as having an olive complexion, voluminous hair, and five feet, eight inches tall. As I was looking through her pictures I said to her “wow you look really familiar, why is that?” SARA tells me that she was on AMERICA’S NEXT TOP MODEL. On the outside I told her “yes! I loved your season,” on the inside I was like “of course” and “god hates me.” Last but not least, there was the 5’10, PLATINUM BLONDE WAVY HAIR, GLOWING BLUE EYES, whose name I actually forgot but she made a good impression on me. For example, her portfolio reminded me of the Marc Jacobs advertisements I keep seeing all over Cosmopolitan magazine. Oh, I cannot forget that she too, was a Wilhelmina model.
                At the end of this mini excuse of a casting and photo shoot, the girls of the back room and I conversed about everyone we saw. We all came to the conclusion that we hate them because they were tall, skinny, striking, and nice- qualities that brings out the hatred in girls, however there was this one girl who was extremely tall, disgustingly skinny, NO HAIR, and nasty acne filled skin and that is when I came to realization.
                 No matter how pretty the general family of swans are, the ugly duckling is easy to find, and that means that I am not ugly.