It's been a minute hasn't it! A lot has happened in the month of August, from trips, shoots, meetings, school, and walking the catwalk a girl was busy. But now I'm back and better, and I have some exciting news. So lets start dishing! One of my favorite shows was America's Next Top Model, I adored how Tyra would train all the models to have confidence and elegance while walking the catwalk and doing shoots. I grew up admiring their pose. I remember being ten and putting on my mom's heels and walking all my living room pretending to be on a runway, to me my stuffed animals were my audience and I was the next Naomi Campbell. As I grew up that dream was pushed aside considering that I didn't think doing a fashion show was happening soon. If you know me you know I have this huge bucket list of things i want to accomplish before I turn a certain age. Doing runway was on that list but it was far on the bottom. Not because I didn't want to do it more then the others, in fact I wanted to do it more then others, but because I had insecurities telling me that was too far down the road. When I got in the modeling industry I gathered a lot of contacts, I met a lot of people some wonderful and some not. But as I grew my profolio my networking grew as well, little by little I started braking out of my shell and gathering the confidence needed to be fierce. Now don't get me wrong I'm not fully there but I getting there a bit faster now. As I met these people I got in contact with an amazing person who gave me an amazing opportunity. My dream of walking the runway came true in the beginning of August, when I was asked to walk Porsche Designs runway. The whole time I thought it was a dream but it was reality, all those years of listening to Tyra …show more content…
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What started out as a hobby transformed into a passion for an art form that allows me to use movements and expressions to tell a story. Whether I’m on stage in front of an audience of just friends and family, hundreds of strangers and a panel of judges, or the whole school, performing over thirty times, has helped me build lifelong
I had just broken my glasses. It was December and my elementary school class would be taking us to the most recognized Ballet, The Nutcracker. Because our seats were pretty far from the stage, I found it very difficult to see. Embarrassed, I walked and spoke to my teacher, she of course understood my situation and arranged for me and a friend to sit in the front row. Breathtaking was the experience, gazing at the beautiful ballerinas in their intricate costumes and tutus, dancing on their pointes, making jetès and èchappès, I remained extremely captivated throughout the whole performance. I gained something more than the experience however, I developed a dream that turned into a goal. Determined, I wanted to perform, to leave others in awe and hopefully have them experience the similar feelings as I did
Ever since I was a little girl watching the Peony Parade I looked up to the girls who participated in the Peony Pageant. I always told myself after watching that I wanted to be one of the girls who participated in the Peony Pageant, even if I made it or not, just auditioning means that I gave it a chance. I want to be one of the girls that the younger generation looks up to, like I looked up to the girls in the past years. I was always told growing up that I could do anything I put my mind to and this is one of many things I want to achieve.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
As I cross to take center stage I feel my heart race. I look to my right and see my friends watching, there to support me. The curtain opens and the spot lights up on me. I look straight ahead and nod to let the sound manager know I am ready. My music starts; I open my eyes and see the wonderful crowd of guests here to see the show. For anyone who knows me well it is not a secret that the stage is where I find my center. More to the point, the stage is my home.
It was my fault, no one else’s, the time where failure hit harder than someone beating a drum. End of spring 2013 I found out that I was repeating the grade all over again, never have I imagined myself being in that position till that year. Leading up to this was beginning of ninth grade year, terrified knowing that I wasn't going to know anybody I was going to be alone. I went through so much emotionally it began to show the first few weeks of high school. Constantly having anxiety attacks where I end up staying the entire day in the office since I kept crying eyes out.
I'm one who when people tell me I can't do it, I prove them wrong. I'm one who is always looking to be challenged. It's similar, but not quite the same. I can appreciate what you're saying.
Four weeks ago, it was Thanksgiving, almost all of my family and some of my friends were there. We had just had a good meal and some were ready to leave. Me and my girlfriend were getting ready to go, and as we said goodbye to our families, the strangest thing happened. The power in the house went out and the weather was great, so that couldn't have caused it.
The first time I auditioned was in 2015. It was absolutely incredible walking into a building with thousands of extremely talented people. During this time, I would always feel discouraged because to audition, you were required to perform in front of your competitors. Luckily, that did not stop me from chasing my dreams. The Voice audition really helped me gain my confidence. From then, I have continued to chase after my dream. Early 2016 I auditioned for America’s Got Talent. By this time I was more confident and was able to easily sing with others while waiting for our call to audition. I patiently waited eight hours to sing for one minute! Throughout the long wait, I continued to motivate myself to do my best for my
It was a hot, cloudless day in the middle of summer. I just finished talking to my mom about going to a friend’s house. I rushed to my room to pack my backpack with clothes, a hairbrush, and a toothbrush. I sat down, waiting for a call from my best friend, Morgan. Finally, the phone rang. I picked it up in a heartbeat, I told her that it was okay if I could go to her house. My dad drove me to her house, and I was greeted by her dog, Keziah and her four horses. When she came out, we both sat down on her hammock and thought about what we wanted to do. We decided to go on a ride. The two of us strolled to the horse pasture and led two horses, Onyx and Moochie, to the hitching post to be brushed. We spent the whole morning getting them clean
As the school bell rang, the whole class jumped from their seats and sprang out the door. It was Friday, the best time of the week, the next day you can sleep in, no school, you are free. That is what I thought my weekend was going to be like, but I was mistaken. It went more like this.
I went to private school until high school and thus wouldn’t really know anyone. My one close friend who I entered public school with currently stands at 5’1”. There were stares but not as many as I expected. I attend a nationally recognized all-girls school and there are girls here who do play sports and are well over 6 feet fall. Being this tall wasn’t really a big deal Without the constant negative attention, I was able to be myself in all my funny, goofy, caring glory. The friendships I gained helped boost my confidence. I began seeing my height as an advantage. When I stand up and talk, people listen and they remember me. It took others to point out the positives and help me to feel better about myself. Kayla is a pretty common name. There is actually a girl in my graduating class with the exact same first and last name as I have. I am Kayla, you know “tall, funny, nice Kayla.” All of those comments that plagued me for years now became compliments and I became
I sunk deeper into my covers as if it was possible to disappear from existence. Instantly wet covers meet my cheek and the familiar smell of home comes to me. I don’t remember how long I’ve been crying, my heart feels like an anchor was weighing it down. The words that keeps replaying in my head was I’m alone. I’m not good enough for him. He’s going to find someone better. I wish this is just a dream and things can go back to the way it was. But I knew I had to go to school. I had to stay strong to keep my tears from falling in school. I quickly looked for a pair of jeans, a hoodie, socks and my purple backpack. I turned the cold metal doorknob and headed outside, a rush of air hit my face. The moon was still in the dark sky, I liked walking
The challenge I took was exercising twenty minutes every day but it was more like forty minutes. When I learned about the list of challenges we could do I thought the best would be exercising so I could get more healthy and I also thought that a good way to do that would be cross country because then I would be exercising and meeting new people. My first run in cross country was at Niles West and then straight down the street. I was not alone though. The rest of the freshman cross country team was there ready to practice. One of my friends who is doing cross country, Matt, said, “You’re gonna regret joining.” I thought that he was just acting lazy or just making a joke but I knew what he meant later on. When we started the run outside of Niles
As a child I always wanted to be in the spotlight. I was always the ham in family pictures, the one who had to excel past my brother, and be in the know of everything. When I was about twelve years old, I realized that entertaining people was what I was all about. Since I wasn’t any good at telling the jokes around the campfire or singing acappella, I thought about trying my dance skills. I liked dancing and I have always enjoyed music videos like Janet Jackson’s “Miss you much”, so I thought why not? What did I have to lose? With the support of my parents, particularly my mom, I went for the gusto.