My name is Hayley. Hayley Helena Collins to be more correct. Right now, I am 19 years old but when this story starts I was only 16. It was then all this crap started. And about the crap, I’m going to tell you all about it. Because my psychologist told me to so. And maybe, if I become ready with this, I can sell it and other girls can learn how not to live. That is my vision. So here it comes, my own true story.

It was in the morning on my 16^th birthday. I lay down in my bed, pretending to be asleep when my mum, dad and my little sister Vicky came in. They were singing “Happy birthday” as laud as they could and to be honest it sounded horrible. But my family didn’t care about such stupid things as singing. They cared about money. And beauty. Dad was chief on a big successful company, and mum was perhaps 50 years old, but still very beautiful. When she was younger she was a model for Chanel. Vicky and I were supposed to be models too. And I didn’t know better so I was actually looking forward to start modeling. Because I knew that I was very beautiful. Everyone in my class was uglier than me. I was the one, that the guys turned their head and looked at when I passed by. So I thought that if I were so pretty it would be childish simple to be successful as a model. That was anyhow what mum said to me. She never told me about the tough bit about it. I was happy unknowing.

And then it was time for the presents. From Vicky I got a sweet necklace from Chanel. We always gave each other things from Chanel. Otherwise mum would be angry with us. Dad gave me a new computer, a big Mac, he probably thought that my older one was too old. Yeah, sure. I got it last year. But I didn’t complain. And then mum came jumping and shouting just to make sure that I hadn’t forgotten her present. Oh no, I hadn’t. How could I miss it, when it was an envelope with the Chanel logo on? I was out of curiosity. And when I opened it, my expectations came true. There it was, it was for real, and I was staring at it so it wouldn’t run away from my hands. It was a letter and it said;

Dear Hayley Collins, Daughter of our lovely Dina Collins

We are very happy to say that you are welcome to our office the fourth of May.

We’ve seen your photos and we are really sure that if we just make some adjustments, you will look great as model.