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Being Seen and Being Looked At Are Not the Same Thing
Modeling wasn’t part of a plan. There wasn’t a plan. I was at a friend’s gallery opening, wearing something I probably had no business wearing in a room full of people who knew how to dress for that kind of night. I remember feeling slightly overdressed and slightly invisible at the same time, which is a weird combination until you realize those two things can coexist. A photographer found me across the room. That’s the only way I know how to describe it. Like I was something
Nikita Riley
Jun 24, 20222 min read


Growing Up Tall Wasn't the Hard Part
When people find out I'm 6'11.5", they usually want to know one thing: what was it like growing up that tall? The funny thing is that being tall wasn't actually the hardest part. The hardest part was being noticed all the time. I was already 5'10" when I finished sixth grade. At twelve years old, I was looking teachers in the eye. Strangers assumed I was in high school. Adults would ask me questions that made sense for a sixteen-year-old and then look confused when they found
Ally Huang
Jun 13, 20222 min read


Growing Up Was Never Subtle for Me
I never really had a “normal tall phase.” It was more like I just kept getting upgraded in size while everything around me stayed the same. Growing up in Herndon, Virginia, my height was always the first thing people noticed. Before I even said a word, before anyone knew anything about me, I was already the tall girl in the room. Class photos were always a little chaotic. Desks never quite fit. Doorways became something I had to think about instead of something you just walk
Maddy Warner
Jun 11, 20221 min read


I Meal Prepped for Two Days and Ate It in One
I don’t know why I keep pretending I’m someone who can meal prep. Every Sunday I get this little burst of fake responsibility where I put on music, clean the kitchen, take chicken out of the fridge, wash rice, chop vegetables, and convince myself I’m becoming the kind of woman who has labeled containers and self-control. Then Monday comes, I eat half of it by noon, and by dinner I’m standing in front of the fridge with a fork like, well, that was a cute idea. Hi. It’s Nikita
Nikita Riley
Oct 1, 20217 min read
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