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Apparently being an actress was not an easy-peasy career. My ankles and toes felt like they had been tortured in the six-inch high heels I had to wear all day on the set of the newest movie I was a part of. Not just that, my back ached like I had aged an additional eighty years more. I wasn’t scared of hard work and uncomfortable sacrifices that came with managing a career, but acting was now a new form of personal torture for me. Although the director and producers assured me I was doing well, I concluded that they were simply being polite since I was new. There was a lot of room for me to improve with showing emotions in a natural way, and memorizing plus remembering script lines. However, I did get praise for how easily and quickly I had been able to summon tears. It also greatly surp