From the title, you already know what this
video’s about – that’s why you clicked on it, right? And it’s true, my sister IS a model. Me? I’m just a normal-looking girl. Before you start scrolling through Instagram
trying to figure out exactly WHO my gorgeous sister is, let me save you some time - I’m
changing names and some small details to protect our privacy. Other than that, this story is completely
true. In fact, if I wrote an autobiography, I’d
probably have the same title as this video. So - now that we’ve gotten all the technical
stuff out of the way, let me introduce myself. Hi, my name’s Josie, and welcome to my world. My story began when I was born. Literally. People usually say that as a joke, but really. It did begin when I was born. You know when people see a newborn baby and
try to say that she’s precious, adorable, looks just like her dad, all that stuff, when
really she looks like an angry pink monkey? That was me. I’ve seen the photos: all wrinkled with
a pointy head that was just a little too big for my body, weird dark hair with a bald spot
on top, BRIGHT red from crying, and looking like a skinny little rabbit because I was
really premature. Unfortunately, things didn’t get any better
as I got older. I was an eczema-ridden, colic-y baby who cried
all the time, and my bald spot didn’t grow in until I was almost two. But before that, when I was three months old,
my Mom got pregnant again, and 9 months later, she gave birth to a girl. My little sister, Georgia. Georgia was born exactly on her due date. Once she was towelled off and handed to Mom,
it was obvious that she and I already couldn’t be more different. For one thing, she was already chunky, with
the kind of adorable baby fat that everyone wants to coo over. She had lighter coloring - blonde peach-fuzz
evenly covering her head, and big blue eyes with long eyelashes. Everything made her laugh. Everyone called her a total delight, just
perfect from the start. I bet you’re thinking, “Well, Josie, I’m
sure that didn’t last. Come on – you’re sisters!” To which I can say: YES. It certainly did. Georgia and I weren’t close as toddlers,
even though we were only a year apart. It’s not like we hated each other, or anything
– we were only babies. I was just this angry, sick, squirmy kid,
very underweight, and always crying. The doctors told my mom and dad that I had
really bad colic, and I’d grow out of it, but it just continued. Finally, when I was 3 years old and able to
describe that I had a sore tummy after eating, I went through a ton of tests and was diagnosed
with Celiac disease. If you don’t know what that is, it’s a
chronic inflammatory disease where you basically have a horrible allergic reaction to gluten,
which affect your stomach and causes a lot of pain and weight loss. So there you have it, I wasn’t just an angry,
awful child. Once I started avoiding gluten, things got
better, and I had the energy to play. Georgia and I became really close really quickly
after that. I’d dress her up in fairy wings and a crown,
and parade her around the house in my toy wagon, yelling, “HERE COMES THE PRINCESS!” I went from not having the energy to care
about anything, to absolutely adoring my little sister. It was easy – everyone loved Georgia. She was sweet, funny and friendly. Even when she was little she was patient and
nice to everyone. Spoiler alert: If you clicked on this story
to see me resenting her for being so pretty, you’ll be disappointed. It isn’t her fault she got the good genes! I know, I know - I can say that now that I’m
older. And don’t think there weren’t any rough
patches when we were kids. It was REALLY hard right around puberty when
Georgia stopped being pretty but sort of awkward and gangly, and started being just plain gorgeous. Like, so pretty that people would stop her
in the middle of the street to compliment her all the time. And imagine me, an insecure teen, just standing
there, trying to not wish that once, just ONCE, someone would say something nice about
me. I could never be mad at Georgia about it,
though – when I did get angry, I just felt angry at the universe for not giving me straight
teeth, cute freckles and a jawline that could cut glass. I’m definitely not UGLY (not that it matters!),
I’m just normal looking, especially in comparison to my sister. High school was wild, I’ll tell you that
right now. She was a year behind me, but even kids in
my grade talked about Georgia. Looked just like a model – tall and thin,
big eyes, with long, silky blonde hair and a fashion sense that was super original and
fun…she was anything you wanted in a best friend or girlfriend. But, because teenagers can be awful, she actually
got bullied by a big group of the obviously-jealous popular girls. Bullied for being pretty and nice. Isn’t that insane? Like I said earlier, Georgia was always determined
to be nice to everyone, and that included her bullies. But sometimes after school, she’d come up
to me, asking for a hug, and when she pulled away I would see tears running down her face. I tried to make up for it by including her
in my group of friends and hanging out with her as much as I could. When she got older, she got more confident,
and I think those girls mostly stopped bothering her. It was around this point that Georgia started
modeling. When she was a kid, she often got approached
by people scouting for child models, which was…super creepy and weird. Mom and Dad fortunately agreed that child
modeling was not a path their daughter should take, but they always said they’d be okay
with it once she was old enough to make her own decisions, as long as one of them came
with her to be safe. Georgia’s Instagram had a few thousand followers
at this point, even though she just posted normal teen girl things, and I think it was
through there that she got a message from a popular clothing brand she had tagged in
one of her posts, asking if she would be interested in collaborating with them. She showed me the message. “Josie, what do you think?” I could tell she was anxious. “That’s their actual Instagram – it’s
legit. I mean, people are always saying I should
be a model. They’re even going to pay me!” I wish I could say I was better than this,
but I was STARSTRUCK. This was an awesome opportunity, with a brand
that I knew Georgia loved, so I told her to go for it. And that’s how it all started. She modeled their seasonal collections, they
took photos and posted them on their Instagram and even put a couple of them in-store to
advertise. Once the news got around, though, the bullying
started up again. But Georgia being Georgia, it was impossible
to get any reaction but a smile from her, so pretty soon they gave up. The photos were amazing, and it didn’t take
long for Georgia to get good at modelling, and I don’t mean just being pretty…she
knew her angles, how to pose, and even what lighting made her look her best. Pretty soon she had over 10,000 followers
and growing daily, and more brands were offering her deals. Then she got an agent, and changed her bio
to “model” with a contact email for business inquiries. That was the thing I was jealous of: the things
that companies sent her, and the money she made! Most of it went into savings, of course, but
she was still getting paid to just live her life. I worked at a local movie theatre for minimum
wage. But would I trade places? Oh, god no. There’s one thing I couldn’t handle: all
the ATTENTION. Constantly! I am the biggest introvert you’ve ever met,
and I need to recharge for hours after just hanging out with friends for a while. Georgia is great with people, and her job
relies on it, but I just couldn’t do it. Everything truly changed when I went away
to college. Georgia still had a year of high school left,
and I was moving to a different city. It was a long drive or an expensive flight,
and she was SO busy, and now I would be too – I wondered if we would be able to stay
as close as we were. The week before I was set to go, she pulled
me aside. “I’ve been offered a sponsored trip to
Bali for 5 days,” she said, “I totally get if you’re busy with packing for college
– but I was wondering if you wanted to come with me before you go?” Needless to say, college packing could wait. I spent 5 days on the beach with Georgia. She had photoshoots in an endless line of
tiny bikinis, and I drank out of a coconut with a straw in the shade while we both sang
along to her “photoshoot hype playlist.” I was a pro at being her companion on bikini
photoshoots; she’d even modelled Victoria’s Secret swimwear before. People are always surprised when I tell them
that story. I think a lot of the time they expect her
to be a villain, the evil beautiful sister. I guess that does happen sometimes, but mostly
it’s a stereotype. Like the evil stepmother – most of them
aren’t like that. But Bali couldn’t last forever… we had
to fly home, and two days later, I moved out for good. College is going well. I’m studying marine biology, and I’ve
made a lot of friends, but I do really miss my family. I was silly to worry about me and Georgia
growing apart. No matter how many shoots and PR meetings
and personal training sessions she has going on, she always finds time for a quick Facetime
or Snapchat. I think being apart has made us closer, because
we have way less of those stupid sibling arguments, and it makes us miss each other and appreciate
what we have. I know it’s cheesy, but it’s true, and
I’m sure a lot of you guys at college can relate to that. Georgia turns 18 in a couple of months, and
she said she’s thinking about applying to become a Victoria’s Secret Angel at their
next intake. I know she has a good chance – I mean, she’s
already modeled their swimwear, and she’s has made a lot of waves in the modeling world. They say any publicity is good publicity – but
so far, all of Georgia’s publicity IS good publicity. She’s been really careful with her image
and building her brand to represent exactly what she wants it to. Still, the idea of her being famous worldwide
is weird to me. I guess I’m fine with it, as long as I can
keep out of the spotlight! Well, there you have it! I’m in college having the time of my life,
and my sister is hopefully about to watch her career take off. I guess we still have time to start hating
each other – maybe I’ll make a part two to this video if that happens! Just kidding, but if Georgia does make it
as a model, maybe I could see if she’d be interested in telling her story on this channel
as well? I think it could be good for people to see
that models are still human underneath, no matter how pretty they may be. Let me know in the comments if you’d be
interested in seeing Georgia’s side of the story! Actually, while we’re on that subject – if
you guys have siblings who are super different to you, let me know all about it down below. Do you guys fight, or do you get along, like
me and Georgia? I’ll make sure to read all your comments. Thanks so much for watching, and don’t forget
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