Lizzo's Story

“Lizzo! Get over here! Gosh, for having such big ears, you bunnies never seem to listen”

I hear my manager say from the other room. It was another day at the studio, my manager was calling for me to come out to the green screen area so they can take pictures and stuff like that. You see, I’m a model, and a singer. I try to spread body positivity with my work, showing that models don’t always have to be fair skinned, blond, with skinny “perfect” (there is no such thing) bodies and clear skin. I like showing that people don’t have to be perfect, that they don’t have to hide their “flaws” and that they can feel better about their body’s, no matter what colour or what size they are, or what they look like. Though, I don’t think my manager agrees with my message. He acted differently when he first became my manager, he acted like he agreed with my message, like he wanted to show body positivity, but ever since we got a contract and I couldn’t change managers because of said contract, he’s changed.

I sigh and walk out of the changing room, wearing a purple dress, I little bow in my hair. I didn’t pick this outfit, but when I said I wanted to change into something else, my manger yelled at me, so here we were.

“Aw look at you! You look just like a princess!”

My manger says, yuck,

“Now to just cover that ugly scar on your face and you’ll be perfect!”

Excuse me! Ugly scar! This is my birth mark, and he knows it! I’m not covering it!

“Uh why? I don’t normally cover it, and it’s not a scar, as you know, it’s a birth mark.”

I grumble, placing my hand on my hip.

“This is a makeup add Lizzo, you can’t just have a random white patch on your face! Now let the makeup artists do their thing.”

he takes my hand and drags me to the makeup artist’s chair. They put my makeup on, and I frown, I don’t like when my birthmarks covered, it makes me uncomfortable. I get sat Infront of the camera and they start taking pictures.