Model Slams Kendall Jenner In Open Letter; Says Family Name Helped Her In Her Career

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I don’t really know what to think of this piece. Yes, the Kardashians are not really liked, but I think Kendall deserves her success in modelling. You cannot deny that she looks every inch a model. The family name might have helped her, but Kendall did not choose her family!! Her name might have helped her, but her talent has kept her there! Cut the girl some slack!!

Ever since Kendall Jenner, 19, ventured into the modelling world, there have been reports that her success in the industry is as a result of her famous family name/connection. There were also reports that she was being bullied by other models, I think this just goes to confirm it!

Arisce Wanzer/Kendall Jenner

Kendall has defended herself against these accusations many times. Just last week she granted an interview arguing that she worked hard for her success. She said:

I’m not trying to use a family name or anything. In reality I worked pretty hard for this… It wasn’t like I just got it magically and it just happened.’I would see rumours of girls bullying me backstage and putting cigarettes out in my drink, and none of that has happened. Everyone’s been really cool to me. I’ve never had one girl be mean so far.‘ Every show, no matter how many shows I’ve done, I get a text message from every single one of them. But I love it. I couldn’t ask for a better reaction. ‘The other day Kanye hugged me and was like, Yo, I’m really proud of you.’ And I was like, ‘Really?!’ It’s so sweet to hear that.

American model Arisce Wanzer, has hit back at Kendall’s claims. In a open letter on The Blot website, she argues that Kendall’s family name gave her an easy entry into the modelling world, unlike other normal girls have had to work much harder to gain even a fraction of her success. Arisce wrote:

‘Dear Kendall,

‘Take a moment and remove yourself from your current situation, if you can, to a life that isn’t riddled with excess. ‘Now, imagine you’re from a small town and/or Third-World country where your only way to get out of your current social class, achieve your dreams, get a green card or just gain better work conditions is to become a high-fashion model. ‘You have to leave for six months to a year sometimes, signing contracts you can barely understand, let alone oblige to, almost without choice. ‘You’re away from your family, your friends and everything you know. You live in a one-bedroom apartment with six other girls in the same situation in New York City. ‘You have to go to tutoring and/or English lessons in between learning how to “walk” at the agency, attending castings every other day, going on test shoots to get you experience, trying to learn your new neighborhood, going to the gym and hoping to maybe make some money all at once. ‘Oh, and your apartment and test shoots aren’t free, by the way. They are added to your account with the agency, as are your casting outfits and cellphone. ‘These are going to leave you in some serious debt if nobody books you for anything; some girls owe upward of $30,000 (£19,000) after a year of trying to book gigs. ‘So now let’s pretend you actually lived through all of that, and it’s finally Fashion Week. Exciting, right? ‘This could be your big break! You could send your family in Belarus or Woodbridge, Va., the money they need for your little brothers to have new clothes or even afford a plane ticket home for the holidays! ‘Imagine standing in line after line of girls with your exact height and body measurements all day, each one hoping for a coveted spot on the New York Fashion Week runway. ‘Casting after casting, and you just can’t seem to get your place. ‘But suddenly after a week full of the word “No,” killing yourself at the gym, exhausting yourself in classes, cutting your diet in half, not talking with your family and sleeping in a room with six equally exhausted girls, you get the call. ‘Your agent texts you with an 8 a.m. fitting at Marc Jacobs. ‘Oh my god, you’re going to walk for Marc Jacobs! This is a dream come true, someone finally said yes, and the prestige is beyond what you could have imagined! ‘So you pack your model bag, a bottled water, your walking shoes and agency-approved casting outfit. This could be your big break, assuming they don’t cut your look last minute, a common practice done to no-name girls, so fingers crossed! ‘It’s the morning of the show, and the subway is packed with lots of models, agents, buyers and fashion people in general, all exhausted, but ready to work. ‘Backstage is a commotion circus of clothes, hair, makeup, yelling, Fashion TV interviews … it’s an Instagram overload! ‘All the big names are there, your personal heroes including Karlie Kloss, Joan Smalls, Anna Wintour, Marc Jacobs himself — the list goes on! ‘But wait, isn’t that a reality TV star over there in hair and makeup? ‘Yea, that’s definitely a Kardashian or something. What is she doing here? ‘Did she take the subway? Was she at the casting? What agency is she with? I didn’t see her last season … ‘Does she need MORE fame? MORE money? A green card perhaps? ‘This girl didn’t do and doesn’t owe half of what you did to get here today, that much is certain. ‘Her mommy surely called a top agency, got her in the door and the design houses just chose to milk her fame like the cash cow that it is. ‘One by one like dominos from Vogue to Givenchy, fashion is selling out to the ignorant masses for money. ‘What happened to the art, the cerebral part of fashion? Did it really all die with Alexander McQueen? ‘Gone is the prestige you once felt as a “chosen one” by Marc, Anna or Ricardo — this cheapens your entire experience. ‘You thought you were special, that your hard work had finally paid off. You didn’t realize that these coveted spots were for sale. ‘The cost? The soul and dignity of a fashion house. ‘The clothes will still sell, and the players will still play, but the image will be forever tarnished by these real life Veruca Salts buying their way in with sleazy fame rights.’

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