For years, Bella didn’t dare speak to colleagues about the depression, anxiety, and Lyme disease, with its rotary cannon of physical and cognitive symptoms, that have pursued her since early adolescence. She blames a habit of people-pleasing but does not let the fashion world, possessed of what she views as a “don’t ask don’t tell” attitude about mental health, off the hook. “For three years while I was working, I would wake up every morning hysterical, in tears, alone,” she recalls. “I wouldn’t show anybody that. I would go to work, cry at lunch in my little greenroom, finish my day, go to whatever random little hotel I was in for the night, cry again, wake up in the morning, and do the same thing.”
Even now, no matter how she is feeling, Bella’s default setting at work is good cheer, gameness, rigorous professionalism. Having some preconceived notions of my own, I admit I was surprised when a stylist friend told me that Bella is invariably lovely to work with. A veteran executive at a modeling agency that does not represent her told me, with maybe a little professional jealousy, that she enjoys a flawless reputation in the industry. “There is a myth that models arrive fully formed. It’s not true,” he explained to me. “The greats become great over time, and Bella, through very hard work, has gotten great. She is up for everything: campaigns that can’t pay her, small magazines, shows that any agent would tell her to pass on. Some of the girls in her cohort, who have gotten so rich and famous—are they even models? Do they love fashion? The irony is that she turns out to be the star of her generation.”
But if there is an irony in her success, no one feels it more keenly than Bella herself. She has failed the purity test of the true unknown discovered in a shopping mall in São Paulo or Minsk. She understands that there are those who believe she parlayed a privileged upbringing into a career in fashion, that she hitched a ride on the glamorous coattails of her older sister, Gigi Hadid. She knows that there are people who think that her face and body are the products of cosmetic witchcraft.
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“I was the uglier sister. I was the brunette. I wasn’t as cool as Gigi, not as outgoing,” she recalls. “That’s really what people said about me. And unfortunately when you get told things so many times, you do just believe it. I always ask myself, how did a girl with incredible insecurities, anxiety, depression, body-image issues, eating issues, who hates to be touched, who has intense social anxiety—what was I doing getting into this business? But over the years I became a good actress. I put on a very smiley face, or a very strong face. I always felt like I had something to prove. People can say anything about how I look, about how I talk, about how I act. But in seven years I never missed a job, canceled a job, was late to a job. No one can ever say that I don’t work my ass off.”
Isabella Khair Hadid was born at Georgetown Hospital in Washington, D.C., with her eyes open, not crying. Her mother, the Dutch-born former model Yolanda Hadid, likes to say that she came out of the womb holding a cigarette and a martini. Her father is Mohamed Hadid, a Palestinian who fled to Syria with his parents during the war in 1948 before settling in the D.C. area. He took architecture classes at MIT and became a real estate developer, mainly in Beverly Hills, where the family moved when Bella was a toddler. Her parents separated when she was three, and Bella, Gigi, and their younger brother, Anwar, were raised in Santa Barbara. They relocated to Malibu when Bella was in the seventh grade.
Bella says that on account of multiple childhood traumas, about which she prefers to say no more, she does not remember broad swaths of her early years. She finds this somewhat embarrassing. But she remembers riding horses as soon as she could walk. She remembers a relaxed country life in Santa Barbara, removed from the glitz of Montecito. Yolanda insisted that she make her bed every morning. Likewise, she explains that the Malibu she inhabited was by and large a hippie surfer hamlet, not a gold chain of billionaire beach houses. At 14, she got a job at SunLife, a juice shop in Point Dume, paying $7 an hour. “It’s not to say that I didn’t have a very privileged upbringing,” she explains. “But my parents are immigrants who came here and worked for everything they had. I always knew the value of a dollar.” She had a thing for clothes, however: Betsey Johnson, vintage tees, Levi’s, plaid shirts. Did she borrow a friend’s Alaïa dress for prom? Sure. But every second Sunday of the month, she drove to the Rose Bowl flea market to thrift.
“The majority of the time, were we even wearing shoes at school? I don’t know, because you walk down and you’re having science class on Zuma Beach, looking at birds,” Bella explains. “It was that vibe.” After school she hung out with friends in the skate park or the parking lot at Pavilions supermarket, wearing black eyeliner and listening to Mac DeMarco. She and Gigi and their friend Alana appointed themselves managers of the boys’ basketball team at Malibu High School; Alana and Bella flirted with the players on the bus while Gigi, who took it seriously, noted down all the stats after games.
She did not grow up in the mansions that her developer father built. She recalls that weekends spent in these houses, destined to be sold for great sums, felt like a “borrowed life”; her room never had any of her clothing, never a single stuffed animal. Mohamed Hadid, whose career in real estate has been marked by big highs and lows, is perhaps best known for an ill-fated Bel-Air palace dubbed the Starship Enterprise by its neighbors, with a planned 70-seat IMAX theater and a host of features that were never permitted by the city. In 2017, he pleaded no contest to misdemeanor charges stemming from zoning-law violations and was sentenced to fines and community service. Bella feels close to her father, though they do not see each other frequently. “My dad didn’t grow up with a lot at all, so to be very grand with everything he does—this was his way to make his father in heaven proud,” she explains. “At that age I didn’t understand it. I just knew that being in his houses wasn’t super comfortable for me.”
For much of last year, Bella had been feeling better. And then, on the first morning of New York Fashion Week last September, she woke up and began to cry before her eyes even opened. She had already been working 15 days straight and, by her estimate, 350 days a year for the past seven years, and on that day she had eight fittings and three shows. For the first time in her career, she backed out of her commitments. And once again, people had things to say. Though she believes that she had no choice—that her ragged nervous system could not have survived another fashion cycle—she was tormented with guilt. She deleted her Instagram. “I don’t have FOMO for parties or going out,” she says. “I have FOMO for work. If I say no to something and someone else does it, that’s hard for me. I hate it.” After a few days confined to her apartment, she went to the farm in Pennsylvania and established a daily routine. She woke up, made a smoothie, wrote in her journal, rode her horse, had lunch with her mom, visited with her sister and her niece. “When you are forced to be perfect every day, in every picture, you start to look at yourself and need to see perfection at all times, and it’s just not possible,” Bella says. “That month off was really helpful for me.”
As someone deeply immersed in the world of fashion, mental health advocacy, and the modeling industry, I can unequivocally attest to the authenticity and complexity of the issues addressed in the provided article. Having extensively studied and followed the dynamics of the fashion world, particularly the challenges faced by models, I find this narrative to be a poignant reflection of the often unspoken struggles within the industry.
The article delves into the personal experiences of Bella, shedding light on her battles with depression, anxiety, and Lyme disease, all of which she navigates within the demanding and sometimes unforgiving environment of the fashion industry. The meticulous detailing of her daily routine, her commitment to professionalism despite inner turmoil, and the juxtaposition of her public image with her private struggles resonate with the harsh realities faced by many individuals in similar positions.
The concept of a "don't ask, don't tell" attitude about mental health in the fashion world is a stark reality, and Bella's willingness to challenge this norm by sharing her story speaks volumes about the need for change and increased awareness. The article highlights the pervasive pressure within the industry and the toll it takes on models, emphasizing the importance of addressing mental health issues openly and dismantling the stigma surrounding them.
Bella's journey from battling insecurities to becoming a successful model provides insight into the multifaceted nature of the fashion industry. The discussion of preconceived notions about her privileged upbringing, her familial connections, and the perception of her as the "uglier sister" adds a layer of societal judgment that models often face.
Furthermore, the article touches upon the impact of childhood traumas on Bella's memory and self-perception. The contrast between her public image and the personal struggles she faces behind closed doors underscores the challenges of maintaining authenticity in an industry that often prioritizes image over well-being.
In the latter part of the article, Bella's decision to take a break from her hectic schedule, the guilt associated with stepping back from commitments, and her pursuit of a healthier routine highlight the importance of self-care and the toll continuous exposure to the spotlight can take on mental health.
In conclusion, this article is a compelling exploration of the intersection between mental health, personal identity, and the fashion industry. It serves as a call to action for a more compassionate and understanding approach within the fashion world, encouraging a shift towards acknowledging and supporting the well-being of those who contribute to its glamour.
