Play Me Like You Mean It
I nodded, absorbing everything he said, because class had already started.
“And don’t even get me started on diets,” he continued, spinning on his heel. “Models think starving is the trick. Please. Starving gives you brittle hair, gray skin, and breath like death warmed over. You want stamina. Energy. Long days in heels, bright lights, zero breaks.” He ticked off his fingers. “Protein at breakfast. Fruit before shoots. Hydration always. No junk, no late-night binges unless you want your face to thank you with a breakout the size of Texas.”