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Editor's note: Today is Wednesday, which only means one thing- Guest Writer Day! Today's guest writer, we'll call her "Steezer", is crazy, rad, and has her own blog at http://weeninwyoming.blogspot.com. We don't hang out much, but we should. Yo Steezer- let's do lunch!


I recently became a Nike foot model.

That’s right, I am a model for the stinkiest, ugliest, strangest fetish part of the body. Why me? Its not that I have never modeled before, don’t get me wrong. I am living proof that anyone can be a model.


I was a runway model for a local clothing boutique in Bellingham, WA once. During this show I had three outfit changes. One, was a workin’ girl sort of outfit, the other was sporty chic and the last a prom dress. I really worked the stage. People loved me. I thought my new career had been born, but sadly I realized that people there were wasted, not in love with me, although there is a fine line between the two.

Next, I found myself modeling clothing for a friend of mine that lives here in Portland. Nothing too fancy, just me and him in my living room, me cheesin’ it up for the camera. I know that sounds suspiciously like a porno, but it was on the up and up I swear. But a foot model? I don’t have pretty feet. Believe me. In fact, I have a screw in one of my feet from a surgery I had when I was in Junior High. So along with these screws I have scars galore.

Ok….so it should be said now that a foot model doesn’t necessarily have to show off their feet. In fact I didn’t have to at all. So, why me? Because one of my best friends is the producer at a photography studio and she got me the gig. I wore some stunning Nike shoes and was paid $100 for my effort. I actually think I got some sort of a work out doing it because I had to hold in my foot in awkward positions for like 3 hours.

All the modeling got me thinking about being a model and living your life based solely on your looks. How would that feel? I can tell you that from my experience it is uncomfortable to say the least. The photographer was taking these REALLY close up pictures of my shoe’d foot and leg. By close up I mean CLOSE UP. He had a camera with a ginormous lens and then he was sitting about 3 inches from me with the camera trained at my leg. Have you ever seen your leg that close up? Well I have and it ain’t pretty. I don’t care who you are. It can’t be. I could see my skin cells practically. Every hair follicle, every place I should have put lotion, every vein, every skin imperfection in general. THEN I had to sit there while about 5 people talked crap about how my leg looked. Lets just say I left there with a renewed sense of self, and an appreciation that I am not relying on my looks to get me through life. I am not sure if it is any smarter to rely on my brain, but I have more of a chance to “fake it.”

Me, A shoe and a dream...