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#112 elite models: shining like a star. ★
I stand under the blinding lights, the camera clicking like a heartbeat. Flash. Shadow. Flash. Shadow. A game of light and dark—fitting, really. They tell me to smoulder, to glow, to “
shine like a star.” And I do. I know how to. It’s in the jawline, the gaze, the slight tilt of the head that makes me look like I know exactly who I am.
But the thing is—
I don’t.A star shines because it’s burning itself alive. It’s a great cosmic contradiction. Beautiful, distant, untouchable.. and dying a slow,
glorious death. Bit dramatic, I know, but you can’t tell me I’m wrong. That’s what they want here. The light, not the fire.
The shine, not the burn.
The photographer tells me to think of something that makes me glow from the inside. I almost laugh. If I told them what’s really inside, they’d probably pack up and call it a day. But I do as I’m told. I find the light.
Liberty.The woman who pulled me out of the abyss and still does, every single day. She doesn’t even realise she’s doing it. She just exists—radiant, untamed, the kind of brightness that doesn’t blind, but warms. If I shine at all, it’s only because she taught me how to steal a little of her light. She holds the rope every time I’m about to slip back down into that pit where my demons sit, sharpening their teeth, waiting for me to fall.
Aurora.My daughter. My light incarnate, wrapped in messy curls and laughter that sounds like it doesn’t know the meaning of pain. She walks through life like it can’t touch her, like she was born to dance on the edges of shadows without ever getting swallowed by them. I don’t understand how that kind of purity survives in a world like this, but Christ, I’ll fight to keep it alive.
I might be nothing but smoke and ashes.
But I know why I shine.
ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ
ᴇʟɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴇɴᴄʏ.
Posted 4/1/2025, 1:00 AM