Before I ever picked up a mic or learned about “the game”, “callbacks” or “the rule of three” (just used it there, didn’t I) I was taught how to make my waist smaller. Saran wrap, starvation, and laxatives. All glamour, baby. I specifically remember my runway coach telling me to look sexier when I walked, to which I replied, “I’m still teething.” I was eleven and already making fun of this. I made a whole career out of being photoshopped and hungry. I mastered the “bitch” face and walked in heels so high they made my nose bleed. Don’t misunderstand,…