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🕑 Added 2021-03-05 03:30:39 +0000 UTCHello hello! Sorry I haven't posted in the last couple of days, I have had some busy days, but I'm back and I'm back with a little bit of everything. Hope you like them!
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Harmony by AyylaGTS
Harmony had only been 10 when she knew what she wanted to be when she grew up. “I wanna be a model!” The young blonde had said. Through the years, she was committed and devoted to be like the girls in the swimsuit magazines, the racecar flag wavers, the catwalk superstars…
But she always ate right.
“Can’t be a model without being healthy, that’s my creed.”
Harmony aged well, her youthful looks maintained in her teens and early twenties. Somewhere along the way, she’d taken up working out to stay fit, adding a unique amount of tone to her body at the time, even when some voices were telling her not to get too defined. With comments like, ‘weak women are beautiful’ and ‘skinnier is better’, it only enforced Harmony’s drive to become a model while proving that women can be healthy, strong AND beautiful.
These are tenets of modern beauty, but who’s to say Harmony isn’t the one who changed things?
Somewhere along the way, Harmony started working out for more than just a bit each week. She started pushing herself to become stronger, all the while surprising audiences with her beaming smile and positive demeanor. She didn’t just grow in the field of modelling; her body had prospered with years of calculated meals and laborious workouts. Ever smiling, the perky twenty-something never stopped growing in height, even when ‘puberty’ was supposed to have ended. Though she was on magazine covers increasingly often, people often wouldn’t notice her height without a point of reference, cameramen and directors often taken back upon first meetings.
And recently, even cameramen that simply haven’t seen her in a while.
“Uh…have you gotten bigger?”
“Of course, silly! I have way more fans than when we did the Earlman’s piece!”
“No, I mean… never mind. How tall are you now?”
“6 feet, 6 inches on the nose!”
“That’s…not what I’m seeing. You’re about 6 foot 7 now…”
“Ah-ha! Another inch for me! Just you wait, I feel like I’ve got a long way to go!”
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