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Welcome to this week’s installment of Me? A Model? with your friend and collegue, Brody!
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Today’s post is chock-full of important life lessons, so strap on your learning hat and listen up.
The time: A few months back
The place: The kitchen
I’m feeling: Bashful. Camera-shy. Self-conscious.
You guys probably already know that I get looked at and photographed a lot in my day-to-day life. I know how to work a crowd and a camera and I usually crush it. This picture is a rare exception.
I know that I come across as a confident, studly gentleman with a devil-may-care attitude, but – get ready, because I’m about to drop some truth on you guys – I (like many others) often get insecure.
Okay, I wouldn’t say “often,” but it happens.
For instance, after I get a bath (which is ridiculous, by the way – my natural musk is what Armani was going for with his Acqua Di Gio Pour Homme line), my fur sticks up everywhere and I look a mess. That’s why I tear around the house like my tail is on fire after every bath. I figure if I move at the speed of light, then people won’t be able to see how bananas (and not in a good way) my weave looks.
As another example, the other day I was lounging around on my cushion on the couch and misjudged my next roll and fell onto the floor in a heap. Once I realized that Chrissy and Justin were laughing at me like jerks, I got all embarrassed and stole Justin’s shoe out of the front hall. I mean, it made me feel better, but I was still all red-faced for a while.
So I guess what I’m saying is that everyone gets self-conscious every once in a while, even ridiculously, insanely good-looking people like me. It’s just a matter of reminding yourself that you’re great and giving some serious pout for the next shot:
Bam. That’s how your smile with your eyes, Tyra. Write that down.