Modeling isn’t about perfection—it’s about owning who I am, flaws and all. When I first stepped into this world, I thought I had to fit a mold: flawless skin, perfect angles, and a body that conformed to impossible standards. I spent hours scrutinizing myself in the mirror, searching for every perceived imperfection and wondering if I was enough.

But as I started to work with different photographers and creatives, I realized something profound. The photos that resonated the most weren’t the ones where I looked “perfect.” They were the ones where I let my guard down—the ones that captured a raw, honest version of me. A quiet smile, a stray hair, or the way the light fell across a scar I once tried to hide—those were the moments that told a story.

Modeling became less about meeting expectations and more about embracing what made me unique. I stopped obsessing over symmetry and started celebrating my quirks. The gap in my smile, the freckle on my cheek, the way my body moved—all of it became part of my narrative.

Now, when I step in front of the camera, I carry a confidence that doesn’t come from perfection but from authenticity. My flaws are no longer something to hide; they’re what make me human, what make me me.

Modeling has taught me that beauty isn’t about fitting a standard—it’s about being unafraid to show up exactly as I am. Flaws and all, I own my power.