in between. She made me feel oh so free. It was the first time since my divorce that I felt liberated. In between photo sets, people were in the streets cheering for me, asking me if I was an American celebrity, and wanting to get photos. It was exhilarating. S
R ight after the divorce was finalized, I told myself that if I got any extra money that I was going to randomly go to London. I was told( by him) that I was never going to go anywhere without him... Allah( God) blessed me and I kept my promise.
I was afraid. Alone. No international calling. And very little money. All I wanted to do was to prove something. The Eat. Pray. Love trip turned out to be full of modelling and meeting up with people. I went on a little coffee date with an Italian guy. I met amazing bloggers and business owners and editors. Then I flew to Paris for a literal overnight trip.
When I landed, the locals were mean. I was going off 2 hours of sleep. My knees and ankles were swollen and my back sore from toting my entire life in a large backpack. I hadn’ t eaten a meal in two days. But, I was there. On the bus, I said to myself: you are a Detroit girl in Paris about to shoot with a world-renowned model and photographer. Do. Not. Fuck. This. Up! You’ ve got something to prove.
This is my first editorial, shot in Paris with Velvet D’ Amour. If you don’ t know her greatness, please look her up. She challenged me in so many ways. She had me jumping, crouching, leaping, and everything
It was the first time since my divorce that I felt liberated
in between. She made me feel oh so free. It was the first time since my divorce that I felt liberated. In between photo sets, people were in the streets cheering for me, asking me if I was an American celebrity, and wanting to get photos. It was exhilarating. S
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