From the moment I could put on a dress, I was enchanted by style. I’d spend hours glued to my computer, watching fashion shows, replaying runway walks, studying how models carried themselves. Every strut, every outfit, every moment felt magical—like a dream I admired from afar, never imagining I’d one day be part of that world.
Growing up, I struggled with my self-image. I didn’t feel tall enough. Pretty enough. Or like I fit the mold of a traditional model—or even a traditional wrestler. But time, growth, and courage changed everything.
Today, I’ve fully embraced who I am. Fashion gives me the freedom to show my personality without saying a word. Walking both New York and LA Fashion Week was a dream come true—proof that you don’t have to fit the mold to break it.
