While this confession is not my own, it’s still directly related to my line of work. I will mention no names to preserve the innocent. A styling assistant shared with me her story of shopping for a job.

I needed to be a coconut cracking master, which up until this job, I was not. So after much research, I figured out that I needed a machete.

I sometimes have these moments, where I actually double-over because my stomach hurts from laughing so hard at myself. Unfortunately - maybe fortunately, for this confession, at least - there's no photographic evidence.

So, as you’ve already read, I’m a professional food stylist. I make food look great. It’s what I do. I read another food stylist bio once and she said she’s “a makeup artist for the hamburger," (brilliant right?!)... I wish I came up with that line.