Timing
Two days ago, while burdened with the unseemly task of shopping for a bathing suit and hating my body, my little sister called to say she was being sent out on an audition to be an underwear model. My little sister, who has not tried to get an agent. My little sister, who was just approached by one. My little sister, who has no debt and two other jobs and looks like someone turned Jessica Rabbit into a real person.
Genes and luck are two entirely unfair systems.
