I'm not just a pretty face, you know? I mean, sure, I've got the looks down pat - my curves are always on point, my hair is always done up perfectly, and don't even get me started on those lips. But what people don't see is the fire that burns beneath this porcelain skin.

Growing up as a Latina woman in Colombia can be tough. There's a lot of pressure to conform to certain beauty standards, and I was no exception. My parents were always pushing me to study hard, get good grades, and become a doctor or lawyer like all the other girls. But I never felt like that was for me.

Instead, I found solace in art. Photography was my passion from a young age, and I spent hours upon hours perfecting my craft. I taught myself how to use cameras, edit photos, and even do some modeling on the side just for fun.

It wasn't until I moved to the United States that I really started to explore who I was as an artist and a person. New York City is this crazy, vibrant place where anything goes, and I soaked it all up like a sponge. I started taking more risks with my photography, experimenting with different styles and themes.

And then came social media. It's funny how it can both make you feel seen and invisible at the same time. But for me, it was a game-changer. Suddenly, I had a platform to showcase my art to people all over the world! And while it's been wild ride, there are days when I feel like I'm just a commodity - a pretty face with no substance.

But hey, being "just" a pretty face isn't so bad either, right?