Listen up, y’all, wanna be a fancy pants model for that Fashion Nova, huh? It ain’t rocket science, but it ain’t walkin’ in the park neither. Lemme tell ya what I heard from them city folks, all jumbled up like my yarn basket, but you’ll get the gist of it.
First things first, you gotta be growed up. That means 18 years or more under your belt. No spring chickens allowed. They want someone who knows their left from their right, and can stand on their own two feet, ya hear?
- Age: Gotta be 18 or older, no ifs, ands, or buts.
- Followers: Them city folk say you need a whole heap of followers on your picture thingy, what they call “social media.” Like, ten thousand of ’em! That’s more folks than live in my whole town, I swear. They want you to be popular, like them singers on the radio.
- Be Active: Can’t just have followers, gotta talk to ’em, show ’em stuff. Like sellin’ chickens at the market, gotta keep chirpin’ to get folks to buy.
- Love Clothes: Gotta like them fancy clothes, and know how to show ’em off. Not like me in my overalls, but you get the picture. Gotta make folks wanna buy what you’re wearin’.
Now, about that money. They say you can make a good livin’, enough to buy a whole lotta chickens, maybe even a new tractor. Some folks say you can make thirty-one thousand dollars, all the way up to fifty-six thousand dollars a year. That’s a whole lotta hay, let me tell ya. But that’s for the ones who are really good. The ones with tons and tons of followers, like hundreds of thousands, they can make even more! Five hundred dollars, even five thousand dollars for some things! Can you imagine? Heck, I’d be rollin’ in dough!
So, how do you get in? Well, it ain’t like applyin’ for a job at the feed store, that’s for sure. Them city folks, they like things flashy. You gotta show ’em you got what it takes.
They want you to look a certain way, too. Not like me, all wrinkled and weathered from workin’ in the sun. They like ’em tall and slim, with nice skin and teeth. Like them dolls my granddaughter plays with. But don’t you worry too much about that, they got all kinds of models. You just gotta fit the look they’re goin’ for.
You don’t need no fancy schoolin’, or those expensive pictures city folks get taken. You just need that picture thingy, and lots of folks lookin’ at it. And you gotta show ’em you’re the real deal, not just some fake pretending to be somethin’ you ain’t. Be yourself, but, you know, a fancier version of yourself.
Some folks say there are four steps to becoming a Fashion Nova model. I don’t know what all them steps are, but sounds complicated. Like bakin’ a cake, lots of things gotta happen just right.
Remember that Miguel fella from that love show on the TV? Or that Kellie Stewart girl? Them city folks say they’re examples. I don’t watch much TV, too busy with chores, but I guess they’re famous somehow. Maybe they got lots of them followers.
And the most important thing? You gotta be yourself, like I said. But a glammed-up version. Show them city folks you’re confident, you know what you’re doing. Be like you’re sellin’ the best darn tomatoes at the market, make folks believe they need what you’re offerin’. That’s the secret, I reckon.
So, there you have it. My two cents on becomin’ a Fashion Nova model. It ain’t easy, but it ain’t impossible neither. Just gotta be yourself, work hard, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll be strutting your stuff in them fancy clothes, makin’ more money than you ever dreamed of. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed them chickens. They ain’t gonna wait for no fashion show, that’s for sure.
