I was 14 when I first started getting into modelling.
I had an early growth spurt and was one of the tallest in my year,
and was a bit of a rake as well.
There was a photographer in the 6th form at the time,
who started taking pictures.
It was quite a glamarous thing to be involved with.
I think, every kind of young girl dreams of being able to do it,
but, actually, the reality of it is
traipsing around castings with pervy men.
And being told that you're not good enough all the time,
that you need to be toning up and you need to be sorting your skin out, all the time.
I'd leave after every casting and every job and come home.
I'd feel absolutely awful.
I'd kind of starve myself and go to the gym a lot.
Never really badly, but eventually I was quite battered.
My self-esteem became quite battered towards the end of it.
When you're 15 to 18,
those are some of the most insecure years of your life, in some ways.
It's the time in your life when you're most acutely aware
of the little parts about you that you don't like.
I've literally been in photoshoots where
men who don't know really what they're talking about
are saying right in front of me, "Can you make your hips look any smaller?"
Do you know what I mean?
And, "Can can you make her boobs look any bigger on that?"
And I was like,"I'm right here!" Do you know what I mean?
I think that's kind of the nature of the beauty industry really.
It's built on ideals and unreality that doesn't really exist.