Kima
USA
Occupation
ESE Paraprofessional
Age
21 years old
Rank this month
Rank in USA
Who am I?

Hi guys! My name is Kima V. Antoine (have fun guessing what the “V” stands for ). I am 21 years old and a proud member of the big forehead gang! I’m from the Sunshine State of Florida currently working as a paraprofessional. What that consists of is caring for the ESE and non-verbal students alongside the appointed teacher. If you want someone who could disrupt the fashion industry with unconventional beauty, I’ll give you a run for your money! For starters: I’m 5’0, and 138.2 lbs. (to date). And I have ABS (A Big Stomach). I have dreads I’ve been growing for 9 years and I have acne scars. I got discolouration on my neck, chest, stomach, and arms. I got two eyebrows that refuse to grow. I have stretch marks on my bottom – kindly refer them as “lightning bolts”. I have one pretty foot and one not-so-pretty foot. So I guess I can charge half of what an actual foot model does? I’m a grown woman, but I bet I could pass as a child model for Justice®. Other than that, I’m a friendly little munchkin. I’m stubborn, which means I don’t give up that easy. I’ve always been told that I could model, but the fear of being made fun of and dreaming “too big” got the best of me. I’m shy at first, but I’m fun to be around once you get to know me.

What do I think about the Fashion Hero TV Series?

I think the show’s quite daring. A lot of campaigns claim body inclusivity, but they only give an inch of that. This show gives us the whole the nine yards! Going against the grain and telling a cut-throat industry that the harsh rules of beauty no longer apply takes guts. That move alone can ignite a fire in some of us we didn’t know we had.

Why would I be a great role model for this generation and inspire people as the new face of the Fashion Hero?

I would be a great role model for this generation and inspire people as the new face of The Fashion Hero by laying it all out on the table. My ups, my downs, my in and outs. I could show our generation that living a life of pain and hardship could turn into something beautiful. I still get bullied, I still get talked down to, I still get compared but now, at the age of 21, I finally realise that I only have one life and I’m not gonna waste it trying to please everybody. What took me so long? Me. I believed every negative comment; I took every critique to heart; I stopped believing in myself altogether. I let society determine my self-worth and my beauty. As far as I was concerned, my life was already over before it even started. Elementary to college, I was a mess. In the past, I would have never been so open about my bodily flaws. I was all hoodies and long-sleeve shirts. Even in 85-degree weather! Nowadays, I like not having to suck my gut in when I’m out in public because to be that shallow of a person is what’s unattractive. I’m not sitting through another day of living in what-if and why-me. This is me: scars, cellulite, and all. No makeup and tip-toeing to reach the top shelf. I can show the world a bump or bruise doesn’t mean your ugly. Fat doesn’t make you disproportioned. Age doesn’t make you any less qualified in living out your dream. And that fear of failure will only lead to a life of regrets because we regret 100% of the chances we DON’T take. This time I’m not missing out.

Scroll Down
apply rotate cancel