How You Feed Your Mind,

I started modeling at fourteen, walked my first runway, and was signed by my first two agents. I started representing brands through self employment, and found a passion for it. I struggled with addiction, and chased my dreams. All I really cared about was my next high though.

From my home town to Reno, NV. I spent my 11th grade year in Reno, NV; Enjoyed college parties, self employment, and of course getting messed up all of the time. My mental health was all over the place.

My father was a meth addict and government contractor. My mother had her first child at fifteen. The modeling industry, and grown men weren't kind to me. From 12-17 years old my focus was getting messed up all of the time, and exploring my passions until I moved back to my home town and eventually became addicted to meth. Eventually I was strung out.

Then one day I quit meth cold turkey, and put full force into self rehabilitation.

Although I had quit all the hard core drugs, I still liked to party. I met a man, and we had a lot of fun together; So much toxic fun that we decided to have a baby. We moved to Atlanta, and then split.

I instantly new my lifes' purpose. Nothing else mattered. Not the broken relationships. Not the issues with my mental health. Nothing. I was dedicated to becoming the best mother I could be, and that meant the beginning of my actual self development journey.

Eventually my sons father and I got back together, and then we moved to New York. I was in full hustle mode. I worked three jobs, put myself through college, and was taking care of my youngen.

been to stop helping the man. I was only allowing my son in that toxicity by not cutting him off completely. I didn't protect him like I thought I was because I didn't put my foot down. Although it helped him in getting back on his feet, and he has since rehabilitated himself, and is back in his life consistently and on a good note, if I could do it differently to protect what my baby went through those years with him I sure as shit would.

"I love you" a few months prior to his death. That really hit me. I was in the best place of my life mentally, and then I lost him suddenly. The grief was a process, and still is to this day but since then I have forgiven him, and my mind, and heart live at peace. His death led me to jump into my last people pleasing relationship. Ending this relationship is what allowed me to end my fifteen years of people pleasing. It was the biggest lesson I needed in my life.