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fit adjective
1 Appropriate or suiting
2 Proper
3 Qualified and competent
4 Prepared
5 In good physical condition
NOUN
1 Fashionable clothing
2 An onset or period of emotion
COLLOQUIAL SLANG
1 To be really, really good looking
ORIGIN from the Old English fitt: âconflict or struggleâ.
y name is Harriet Manners, and I am a model.
I know Iâm a model because:
1. Itâs Monday morning, and Iâm wearing a gold tutu, a gold jacket, gold ballet pumps and gold earrings. My face is painted gold, and a long piece of gold wire has been wrapped around my head. This is not how I normally dress on Mondays.
2. I have a bodyguard. The earrings cost so much Iâm not allowed to go to the toilet without a large man checking my earlobes afterwards to make sure I havenât accidentally flushed them.
3. I havenât been allowed to smile for two hours.
4. Every time I take a bite of doughnut to keep my strength up everybody breathes in sharply as if Iâve just bent down and given the floor a quick lick.
5. Thereâs a large camera pointing at my face, and the man behind it keeps saying, âOi, model,â and clicking his fingers at me.
There are other clues â Iâm pouting slightly, and making tiny movements every couple of seconds like a robot â but theyâre not necessarily conclusive. Thatâs exactly how my father dances when a car advert comes on TV.
Anyway, the final reason I know Iâm a model is:
6. I have become a creature of grace, elegance and style.
In fact, you could say Iâve really grown up since you last saw me.
Developed. Blossomed.
Not literally. Iâm exactly the same size and shape as I was six months ago, and six months before that. As far as womanly curves go, much like the netball captain at school, puberty is making no bones about picking me last.
No, Iâm talking metaphorically. I simply woke up one day, and BAM: fashion and I were at one with each other. Working together, helping each other. Just like the crocodile and the little Egyptian plover bird that climbs into its mouth to pick bits of meat out of its teeth. Except obviously in a much more glamorous and less unhygienic way.
And Iâm going to be totally honest with you: itâs changed me. The geek is gone, and in her place is somebody glamorous. Popular. Cool.
A brand-new Harriet Manners.
nyway. The really great thing about being totally
synergised with the fashion world is that it makes shoots very smooth and focused.
âRight,â Aiden the photographer says, âwhat are we thinking, model?â
(You see what I mean? What are we thinking: fashion and I are basically sharing a brain.)
âWeâre thinking mysterious,â I tell him. âWeâre thinking enigmatic. Weâre thinking unfathomable.â
âAnd why are we thinking that?â
âBecause it says so on the side of the perfume box.â
âExactly. Iâm thinking Garbo and Grable, Hepburn and Hayworth, Bacall and Bardot, but it might be best if you think reality TV show contestant and do the opposite.â