Big Ego

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18-year-old Raquel Winters is an accomplished model for IMG. She believes her looks will get her anywhere no matter what. Her big ego and attitude ruin her relationships and cause her to reevaluate herself and her personality.

Submitted: December 12, 2016

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Submitted: December 12, 2016



Taliah PlachAbout 2,638 words

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July, 24th, 2016

Hey, it’s me Raquel Winters. Yes, 18-year-old supermodel for IMG models. California born and raised, I live in Calabasas with my parents. I started modeling at around the age of 16. It’s astounding that my beautiful face has gotten me so far. Some people call me self-centered and egotistic but I consider myself confident. From a very young age, I’ve been told “Raquel, you’re so stunning you should be a model.” I always thought the modeling world already had too many blonde haired and blue eyed girls. So not saying I expected to be a model, but it’s not every day you see a green eyed and wavy haired model like me.

I’m pretty much as valuable as a nugget of gold.  I decided to keep a journal, to write about crazy things that happen to me. Being a busy model, my everyday excursions include taking bomb pictures for my Instagram feed, arguing with my parents on the daily (I’m always right, but they don’t think so), and usually doing campaign covers and commercials. But being fresh out of high school has been pretty rough and stressful.

My parents are very strict and conservative. I bet they didn’t think their “perfect all-American daughter” would have as much success or more success than they do. My glowing complexion and bright green eyes are what got me to where I am today. Sometimes I wish my parents would just let my beauty and success carry me through life. They have a completely different plan for what I should do in the future. Recently they said I must go and talk to the UCLA college advisors to see what my chances are of getting into UCLA.

Surprisingly, it seems I have it all, but I have never been good at school nor cared about school. School is as useful as graphing a parabola (not useful whatsoever). There are no questions I can ask about not going to college I’m being forced to go. If it were up to me, which it should be, I wouldn’t bother wasting my time at college. I mean I have 1.9 Million followers on Instagram and just booked the cover of Teen Vogue August. Personally, I don’t really think getting into school is that important to my success. But considering I do live in my parents’ million-dollar mansion in Calabasas, I better get started talking to those college advisors.

August, 5th, 2016

Today was a pretty average day for me. I got my makeup done even though I know my face is already perfect. I drove down the palm tree lined streets of LA. Had a meeting with Brandy Melville (clothing line). They asked if I wanted to model for their new back-to-school line. I also met some fans while I was at Starbucks. Those were some of the nicest fans I have ever met. Sometimes fans are rude and just ask for a picture without trying to talk to me. One, I don’t know anyone who wouldn’t want to talk to one of their favorite celebrities and two, that in my opinion is very rude considering they are lucky to be in my presence. Man, that line to get my drink was long. At least my passion tea lemonade tasted sour just like a lemon.

Any-who the last boring thing I did today was working out. I have the perfect model body, but I always strive to be skinny and have a hot bod. But the most nerve racking part of my day was meeting with the college advisors. At around 3:00 pm I drove to the UCLA campus in my new Range Rover. I was called into Bob and Sheryl’s office; they were the top college advisors. Their office was massive and very intimidating. They first asked about how my modeling was going, of course it was going great. We talked for about 30 minutes on how UCLA is a tough college, but it has a high graduation rate, and kids who go there end up having huge success later in life. But I knew the million-dollar question was coming up.

“What was your GPA and ACT score when you left Inland Heights High School?” they asked.

“Um, around a 3.8 GPA, and I got a 30 on the ACT,” I said.

“Wow, that exactly our standards to get into UCLA, I think we have an opening for you,” they said.

“Seriously? Thank you so much!” I said.

I couldn’t believe they let me into UCLA so fast. I mean of course I lied about my GPA and ACT score, but once they see what an ideal girl I am, they could never kick me out. Besides, they were lucky to even breathe the same air as a celebrity like me. I’m glad I can now call myself a UCLA Bruin, my parents will be so proud of me. So without question, I drove over to my parents’ house to tell them the news.


“Oh my goodness, that is amazing honey, so proud of you. We knew you could do it,” my parents said.

August, 10th, 2016

Today was a very chaotic and stressful day. My modeling agent Jen at IMG models called me at 6:00 am. She told me I had to be down in Santa Barbra at 10:00 am to do a shoot on the beach. I had to go fresh-faced so the makeup artist had a blank canvas. But I’m perfectly okay with a fresh face, it looks like I’m wearing makeup when I’m not as it is. As all my days start, I went to Starbucks, got my passion tea lemonade and drove down to Santa Barbara. It was at least 80 degrees out today and when it gets that hot I get cranky. Not to mention there were obnoxious little kids splashing all over in the water.

The minute I saw who my photographer was, my mouth dropped and I knew today would be annoying. My stylist had me in a white bikini, I had beachy waves, and glowing makeup. But although I knew I looked good, seeing Randy as my photographer made me mad. Every time I work with him, he says I’m too high maintenance and everything has to go my way or the highway. I mean there’s nothing wrong with that; if the way my pictures turn out affect how much he gets paid it shouldn’t matter my attitude. I’m practically paying his bills, lol.

Anyways we started the photo shoot in the water. It was okay at first, but then the salty water started getting in my eyes and my makeup started sweating off. I felt dirty and gross; I wanted to leave that shoot tbh, but I knew if I did that would make me look bad. So I stuck it out, barely.

Randy said, “Raquel, can you stop touching your face, it's ruining the pictures.”

“I’m going to look bad, which is very impossible, so I have to make sure my face is immaculate,” I said.

“Raquel, I can no longer do this shoot with your attitude and unwillingness to work together,” Randy said.

“It will be your loss if you decide to no longer work with me Randy,” I said.

“Well, I guess I just lost something, I refuse to work with you any longer. You have the attitude of an angry 6-year-old. I will be contacting your agent and telling them how difficult you are to work with,” Randy said.

At that point, I was entirely done with today. Randy ended up telling my modeling agent Jen that he recommends that I take a break and get my life together. I could care less about his opinions of me. I love myself and millions of other people love me as well. I’m just going to keep doing me, I have more success than Randy will ever have.

August, 30th, 2016

One of the most embarrassing and worst days of my life. I have been living in my dorm room for the past couple weeks. UCLA has been the love of my life, especially because of the hot guys. All the guys love me; I mean what’s not to love? I’m successful, gorgeous, and overall a person that others strive to be like.

Anyways, I had gone to all my classes this morning and afternoon. My day was pretty boring, math and psychology class took up around 6 hours of my day. I decided to take a long and well-deserved nap while my roommate wasn’t home. But of course, in the middle of my nap, I heard a loud knock at my door. I opened it and it was Bob and Sheryl, my college advisors. They told me I needed to immediately report to their office. I knew this wasn’t good, not every day do your college advisors bang on your door demanding you have a meeting with them right away.

“We were searching through your high school grade history,” she paused,

“And we came across your “3.8 GPA and 30 ACT score”, which were, in reality, a 2.8 gpa and a 20 ACT score. We don’t condone lying, let alone lying to get into college. I admit we should’ve checked you were telling the truth. But now that we know, you must move out of your dorm in one week max and all your college class credits so far will be terminated,” she said.

I was speechless, I mean I know lying is bad most of the time. But my pretty face had gotten me so far my whole life, I thought it would help me get into college. My parents always told me, lying will always come back to bite you. Funny, I’m now an adult and out of all the lies I’ve told, this lie caught up to me. Well now I have to move out of my dorm, and somehow break this embarrassing news to my parents.

September 7th, 2016

I knew today was going to be very hard, but I didn’t think it would be this devastating. I’m fully moved out of my dorm and have been living with my best friend Betsy for the past couple days. I’ve been contemplating how I’m going to break this news to my parents. Today was the day, I drove over to Calabasas from West Hollywood. Pulling up in the driveway, I said a small prayer to myself. My mom had dinner cooking and it smelled divine. Of course, my dad was watching a football game in the living room.

“I have some news for you both, please promise me that you won’t disown me,” I said.

“What is it?” my mom asked.

“I lied about my grades to get into UCLA and make you proud; about a week ago my advisors kicked me out,” I said.

“Raquel, we raised you better than this! I’ve never met a girl more irresponsible and egotistical in my life. Your father and I are sick and tired of trying to make you less self-absorbed. You need to think about life’s consequences. You're now old enough to live on your own. It's time you become more independent and fix your attitude. You can no longer live in this house,” my mom said.

“Okay, whatever, I’m done with you and this family,” I said, storming out.

I went in my car and balled my eyes out. It probably seemed like I was a brat, but I can’t believe my mom kicked me out of the house. Really it’s not that big of a deal, I got kicked out of UCLA, things like this happen to people on the daily.

September 20th, 2016

Today I went house décor shopping with my interior designer. I’m actually liking being independent and on my own for once in my life. I decided I wanted a three bedroom and two bathroom penthouse; in the hills. Thank God I’ve been saving all my money from modeling. Betsy and I are splitting the cost on the penthouse, I decided it is really fun to live with a friend. But the funny thing that happened is while I was furniture shopping, I ran into Randy. He thinks I’m rude, lol, he’s the King of pettiness. I don’t even remember exactly what he said, but it was something along the lines of “crazy that your shopping at such an expensive furniture store, considering you book very little modeling jobs after our incident.” My life has no time for people like Randy.

Lately, I’ve been working more on becoming humble. Yes, I still have to learn a few things, but I have to start somewhere. When Betsy told me that my ego was too big, I surprisingly didn’t get mad. I’ve been hearing people say this to me my whole life. So coming from my best friend, I bet I do need to change my attitude. I haven’t spoken to my parents since they kicked me out of their house. I’ve tried calling them, but I bet they are still too disappointed to talk to me. I don’t blame them, and I’m really trying to change myself for the better and to make them proud of me again. Also, I’ve been working towards getting my high school diploma. I’m disappointed in myself for thinking high school wasn’t worth anything. Cause here I am, struggling to get into college because my high school grades sucked. Turns out my beautiful face can’t be my backbone for everything.

September 20th, 2017

WOW, OMG, and HOLY CRAP are just some of the few words that come to mind after a full year of journaling. I changed my whole look, no longer long wavy hair but a short wavy bob. And not only am I still a model for IMG but I got my high school diploma. Yep, high school diploma in 6 months. I’m not going to lie, it took a lot of sleepless nights and breakdowns but I made it.

Other than my modeling gig, this was one of my proudest moments in my life. To my surprise, my parents showed up to my high school graduation. The best graduation gift ever. Speaking of my parents, our relationship is a lot better today. I’ve been working on my attitude a lot more. My personality and way of life have come very far from how I was when I first started writing. It took pretty much everyone I know to convince me that I needed a change. I didn’t like the person I was, egocentric and self-absorbed. Being in the spotlight created a monster. Now I consider myself a lot more humble and willing to listen to what people’s opinions are of me.

This life intervention needed to be done, and my social and personal happiness are at an all-time high. Putting others first has assisted in me being more of a people person. Selfies and continuous boasting about how great I looked that day aren’t apart of my day anymore. As well as getting my high school diploma, I reapplied to UCLA. Unfortunately, I didn’t get accepted, but I’m not going to give up. Right now I am getting college credits at a local community college. Randy and I fixed our problems and my problems with IMG models. IMG has now promoted me to one of their top 10 models, which has proved to me that my hard work has paid off. So all in all, I’m focusing on me, myself and I. Being the best version of myself is my goal.

















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