I have body dysmorphia. Negative self-talk that took years to unlearn. So even after enough shoots, enough brands, enough people booking me, some part of me still hesitates before that word. I'm working on saying it anyway: I'm a model. This page is proof, and it's also a thank-you.
Every single time I've said yes to a shoot despite the voice in my head telling me I didn't belong there, I've walked away glad I did. Imposter syndrome doesn't go away because you accomplish more. It goes quiet, a little, every time you do the thing anyway. That's the only cure I've found.