I really don't think I ever thought I could be a model. I was shorter than all of the models around and certainly rounder than anybody that I had ever seen in a magazine.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I started to model because I thought I could use it as an excuse to others, like, 'Yeah, I'm tall because I'm a model.'
And anyway, modeling wasn't for me. I'm too short. I've got a big butt. It wasn't going to happen.
I always wanted to be a teacher or wanted to do something with food. But modeling, I just never thought I could do it myself, really, ever. I still have trouble calling myself a model. I just never thought I was tall enough or skinny enough.
To me, it's a little odd to ever think 'model into actor.' I modeled once. I was about as far from a decent model as you can possibly be. I did not enjoy the world at all. I fell in my stilettos quite a bit.
I'm no model lady. A model's just an imitation of the real thing.
I definitely don't think of myself as an actual male model. I'm far too short and my legs are far too muscular.
I'm not pretty. The truth is I didn't think I could be a model at all. I was looking at some of the guys on the walls at Irene Marie and I thought to myself 'Jesus Christ. I can't do this. I don't look anything like these guys'.
I'm not really a model.
I never thought of a career of as a model, and it was a total surprise for me when I won the contest and became Miss Chelyabinsk. Then I started modelling in Paris.
I was very skinny, braces; so I never thought I would be a model.