As I stay glued to my couch and finally decompress from fashion week, I just want to express my gratitude to those who may not even realize the positive impact they’ve had on me through this crazy time! Down to the security guards I fist pump on my way in and out, to those who wait outside even if it in the rain for a glimpse of us and always show so much love and support, thank you. (Alex, you’re such a sweet soul!)
To the street photographers especially the one in slide 4 I’ve been seeing you around for years. I don’t even know your name, but you’re always so kind, and your positive energy truly lights me up every time we cross paths. Physically, I’m absolutely drained, but emotionally, I’m full of gratitude. THANK YOU GOD, and thank you to everyone I’ve come across and i truly mean EVERYONE 🫶🏽
Change is certain. But those brave enough to shape it? Legendary. A privilege to witness the new vision at Versace. dario___vitale @jenny.shoo.pumps 👏🏽👏🏽🖤🖤
Part 4: 🌅 The Return Home
My healing deepened at The Sanctuary in Sedona, where I discovered energy work that lifted layers of pain I didn’t even know I was still carrying.
I had been going to therapy for years, and I’m so grateful for it — it gave me tools that helped me survive. But one session of energy work released years of pain in a way therapy never could. That was the moment I began to see myself clearly.
I learned that I am not my story. I am the light that came through it.
Here’s what I learned:
• You are not your story.
• Speaking your truth takes the power out of it.
• Your gut — that inner voice — is your higher power guiding you. Trust it.
• Faith is not just belief; it’s surrender. When I finally surrendered, I found freedom.
I am not a victim. I am a victor. My past may explain me, but it does not define me.
✨ And if you are reading this, know that no matter what darkness you’ve faced, light is possible. Healing is possible. Choosing yourself is possible.
Keep your faith. Pray. Trust. And when the world tries to break your spirit, remember — your story may be heavy, but it is also holy. Use it. Speak it. Let it inspire. Because we don’t just survive to tell the story — we survive to change lives with it.
Part 3: 🔥 Trials & Tests
The trials didn’t break me — they shaped me. They burned away what wasn’t mine to carry and gave me clarity about who I really am.
Even as my career soared, I was spiraling inside. I told my agent I needed rehab. She stood up for me, but in doing so, she lost her job. The industry pushed me forward anyway, knowing I needed help.
At my lowest, I was supposed to close a fashion show. But I was drunk, slumped in the chair, barely able to hold myself up. That day, I was told I was ruining my career.
And maybe I was. But for the first time in my life — I chose me. I refused to walk that runway drunk.
That choice cost me relationships, but it gave me something greater: myself. It was painful, humiliating, and raw — but it was also the beginning of my freedom.
That decision was the fire, the test. It burned away illusions and forced me to face the truth. The trials didn’t end there, but they refined me. They gave me strength. They gave me clarity.
