Sometimes I Eat 100 Tacos!
“You should model.” That’s what people said the moment they looked at me growing up. Tall. Pretty. Poised. So naturally, they assumed modeling was my path. And before I could even speak up, the decision was made for me. But here’s the truth: Modeling never felt like home. It felt like being seen—but never heard.
With dance, I could at least express myself without words. But in modeling? You’re not supposed to feel. You’re supposed to pose. And I had so much to say.
🎭 I Was a Drama Nerd Hiding in a Fashion World
While others practiced their runway walk, I was competing in Shakespeare festivals. I was obsessed with characters, comedy, and emotion. For God’s sake, I wanted to be on SNL soooooo bad, not just on a billboard.
So, when I got the chance to be on America’s Next Top Model, it felt like a big opportunity. But when we had our acting challenge? I bombed it. So hard.
Not because I couldn’t act, but because I didn’t believe I could. I had been told for so long that I was just a model. And I believed it.
🔄 But I Found My Way Back
It took time. Years, honestly. But I came back to myself.
Now I act. I create. I express. I play characters that laugh, cry, scream, dance, and fall apart.
I’ve allowed myself to be more than just a label—more than a mold someone else created.
Oh, and yes—sometimes I eat 100 tacos, because guess what? In acting, you can be all shapes and sizes. Yes, I know modeling now allows different body types, but for me, after ANTM, I could never feel comfortable modeling without being conscious of my body. In acting, I can be anything, heck, I just played a sloppy, gross, funny gym teacher (IT WAS SOOOOO FUN!!!).
🗣️ Final Word to Anyone Feeling Boxed In:
Tell them you love them…Then kindly (and confidently) &%$# OFF and go be YOU.
That’s where your freedom is. That’s where your fulfillment lives. BE YOU but always be kind…and don’t forget to invite me for tacos.
🔗 Let’s Keep This Conversation Going
Have you ever felt boxed in by someone else’s vision for your life? Drop a comment below and share your story.
– Love ya,
Giselle