Modelling; it's now conterversial

I considered being a model at one stage. I thought the attention and glamor would be worth it. Of course, I wouldn't go on the bizarre diets you hear about. I just thought, because I'm naturally skinny, that I should make the most of it. Instead of just, think of myself as a bag of bones.
Recently, I was highering my self-confidence about my lack of flesh, until some jerk asks me straight off if I was anorexic. Of course, this hurt me. No, I'm not suffering a disorder. He was so high on cocaine - which made it worse. I wanted to cry. But of course, I had to stay strong. And asked him about his disorder; the inability to know what can hurt people.
You hear about skinny models eating a lot and not really exercising, not popular atschool and other bogas alternatives to what we believe they are to be. I'd say I eat a lot, but really, I don't eat as much as I should. But I still eat a healthy amount of food; I just could be eating more. Instead of completely finishing my plate, I could even ask for more. Instead, I neglect more dinner, and aim for desert once my plate is clean of the edible.
Of course, people won't believe me. But no way am I getting into modelling after all the acusations models occur. It seems unfair.
Yes, some bring it upon themselves. But do they all?

First Entry; the classic title for first entries

My font may be rather small, but it shows already, as much as you need to know about me. It can tell you, how hidden I want to be. Unlike the days I may choose to write bolder and bigger: in those cases, I'd be more enthusiastic about what I have to say. No, I'm not the new class stereotype of emo, I'm just a rather enclosed person. I don't like to have to share my feelings with people, so those who know about my inner secrets must feel privallaged. Although, they might not know it at the time. Because I never say, "it's a secret." I tend to slowly open up to the world. And due to popular belief, keeping a diary helps you open the door you've kept locked for a long time. So, now, I'm doing it on the internet. Under something the really is not my name; but something I'd like to name my daughter. I'm not exactly secretative, I just don't want people finding out that this is me. So for now, I am Delilah Make Believe. A three name long name; so my imaginary birth certificate will have to make room.
For now, there's nothing really to idly write about. Even though there is something in the back of my mind that I really want to let loose. I'm just not so sure I should go one about it.
Let's just say; I'm genuinely a happy person, but things don't always happen my way.