On Bambi and nose jobs

When I was just starting out in the industry and knowing nothing about anything I went to a page three agency called Glamour Girls to see if I could get a job. I was only fourteen. It seemed, at the time, like a very exotic career choice and as school was going nowhere and my prospects looked grim, taking my top off for a tabloid newspaper just felt like the natural thing to do. As I was seriously under age the agency was a little squeamish about the whole idea, but they did have two pieces of salient advice. One was to change my name to Bambi and the other was to have a nose job. I was outraged. I told them, “This is who I am. I am Susie Bick. This is my nose. That’s the end of it.” They threw me out and that was that.

Eventually, I got work in a legit modelling agency, went to New York, found a career and the rest is history, but sitting here right now, looking at my face in the most evil mirror in the world, in the brutal light of this LA hotel room, I’m thinking Glamour Girls were probably right about the nose job - it seems to just keep growing - and well, maybe the name to. I could have been, Bambi Bick!

I don’t know why I’m telling you this. But there is something to be said for being yourself and to follow that wild part inside you that calls to your own beating heart and yours alone and not let other people form you in their preferred image, even if they are from Glamour Girls! God alone does that! Love, Susie x