A Fashion Story at its greatest and weakest

As a kid i dream't of doing creative things. I didn't want to be a doctor, i hate hospitals, i didn't want to have just a "normal job ". Sometimes i thought i had my head in the clouds. In high school, when collage campuses would come to my classes? They'd ask, "what do YOU want to MAJOR IN?" thats when my heart dropped because ...i knew they wouldn't have what i wanted.  Is it so hard to say that i wanted what seemed hard to achieve? I just wanted to be an art teacher, fashion designer , model, and book author ? I remember sitting their with my hands crossed. Anyway months later i found myself striving for everything i could have ever hoped for without the help of a collage . But these modeling agencies were soo far away. Money Money this....that was the problem. Everyone wanted it. I was good enough but without that good ole green i was just a face.

I still have hopes to become the best. Sometimes i'd go to the mall and i'd see all these clothes all these big brands and i'd stare. I could make this i thought, mine would be better.......and you know what i know it will. I'd look at the models and i'd think..thats going to be ME oneday.....I'd look at books and well the same process. 

Its going to take me awhile but i know i can manage .Money isn't everything but it sure is nice to have.....