A wise man asked me some time ago, right when I started camming, “Who is Daphny Meyer?”. I looked at him a bit perplexed “Me”. “I honestly believe that there is more than just your sweet yet simple “me”. Try to elaborate more on this subject and maybe we will have this conversation again. Find out who Daphny Meyer is and reach out.” he said to as he walked away.
My decision of taking up camming as a career was one of the hardest decision I ever have ever had to make. Since I was a child I have always been the shy, quiet type, always flying under the radar, avoiding human contact as much as I could. Being very petite and thin really helped in this matter, I guess.
Growing up, I never thought too highly of myself; I wasn`t and outstanding pupil in school, never ever the life of the party, always alone, always watching the world go by from afar, with my head stuck in a cloud, without any desire to get it out from there.
After finishing high school, my academic years came to an end. I took a job in a small shop where I sold cheap brushes and paints to art students that were studying in the University down the street.
I was still living with my parents and that killed me because as a girl you need your space, your thing. I had to do something to earn more money.
An add popped up on my computer one day. It was a job offer to become a “cam model”.
Curiosity kicked in and I wanted to see what this “camming” is about so I applied for the job. “What else could go wrong? The girls look happy all the time. Maybe there’s something there.”, I thought to myself.The next day, I received a call from Studio 20, and to my surprise, it wasn`t the voice of a wicked witch at the end of the line, but that of a very kind lady who wanted to invite me to meet her for an interview.
The next day, I received a call from Studio 20, and to my surprise, it wasn`t the voice of a wicked witch at the end of the line, but that of a very kind lady who wanted to invite me to meet her for an interview.
As I arrived at the studio’s main headquarters, I was greeted by the same delightful lady that called me the day before. She was as calm as cheerful as I remembered her, very friendly and welcoming. It all made me feel like home. Not my home of course! This place was so nice and clean and everything smelled like perfume. The carpet on the floor had the color of a red ruby and left me with the impression of a Hollywood red carpet. Suddenly, a beautiful woman passed by, smiling at me. She looked so happy and glamorous with no resemblance to the brothel girls I thought of the day before. Needless to say, I took the job without giving it a second thought.
And so, my camming days had begun, slowly at first, as I had no idea what I should do and I couldn`t let go of all the misconceptions I had regarding the men I had to deal with. Soon enough, these too would melt away. Sure, I came across weirdos and all but I was also lucky enough to meet some nice people who were looking for a nice pass-time online because they lacked the time for it in real life. I was making friends with whom I shared some of my sorrows and experiences. Friends who made me laugh, who told me I was worth something and also didn`t hesitate to show me beyond words.
A month passed. Then the second. Then the one after that and so on so after almost a year and a half I managed to move out of my parents’ apartment and into a place of my own. My own little apartment that I decorated as I wanted, my space, my safe place.
Winter had settled in and I was happily living alone in my small one-bedroom apartment which I bought for myself and for which I started making regular payments. Life was as good, the money was good. Until one day…
As I slept soundly, a thick and suffocating smell woke me up. I started panicking at the sight of fire getting bigger and bigger, swallowing everything I had. Without giving it any thought, I grabbed a jacket and my phone and stormed out as fast as I could. What did I do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I just stood there, barefoot in the cold snow, watching the fire dance its way through everything I ever owned. What else could I have done?
With my hopes and dreams now turned into ashes, I had no other solution than to go back to my parents’ house… Before anything, I called the studio to tell them what had happened and that I couldn`t come to work in the morning, then silently headed to my parents’ house.
Even though I said I wouldn`t, I went to work the next day. The walls of my childhood room were suffocating me and I couldn`t stand to be there a minute longer. At the studio, my sad tears turned into ones of joy and gratitude. All my colleagues had already teamed up to get me clothes, money and whatever else they thought I needed. This was too much! Even the members in my room became alerted and wanted to help.
In that moment, with nothing else to do, starting from almost rock bottom, I decided to work more, and so I did! The studio became my home, my members turned into my closest friends. I spent so many hours online that I couldn`t even count! But someone WAS counting.
One day, as I finished my last private show and gathering up my things, I received the news: I was the first Studio20 model to win 1st place in Live Jasmin`s revenue period. I couldn`t believe it! I was beaming with excitement and with new hope.
All those hours spent online, the constant help of my team, the ambition of not going back to someone that I don’t even recognize, they worked.
Oh, and I worked, I visualized this so many times. My name in that top. I felt like a superstar.
I remembered those words: “Who is Daphny Meyer?”.
The answer was clear as crystal: Daphny Meyer was a fighter! Daphny Meyer is an independent woman! Daphny Meyer is a girl with hopes and dreams! Daphny Meyer is a friend, a colleague, a confidant, a mistress! Daphny Meyer is one of the #girlsfromstudio20. Daphny Meyer is exactly who she wanted to be, she was a winner and she will continue to be one!
For you girls out there that want to thrive and become number one, I have only this to say: spend time online as much as possible, talk to your guests and members, be yourself, respect your support and marketing team, take care of your image and stay positive!”
If there’s one thing I`ve learned, in the recipe for success, failure is one of the main ingredients so chin up, man up and relax because whatever happens “we succeed together”.