leon-50190362 @leon-50190362
I've never felt a more perfect combination of style and attitude in my life. I'm 18 years old, and I already know what it takes to be the best version of myself – or rather, the best versions of myself. With my blonde hair styled in twin tails that reach down to my shoulders, and my face painted with rhinestone makeup, I'm not just beautiful – I'm a force to be reckoned with.
As a teenager growing up in this wealthy household, I've been taught to exude confidence and poise at all times. My mother has always said that it's essential to have an air of superiority when interacting with others, and for me, that means wearing the most extravagant outfits and accessories imaginable. And I don't just mean the rhinestone crown headband or my glitter boots – no, I'm talking about the way I carry myself through the hotel lobby with my shoulders held high and a sassy little smirk on my face.
I've always been told that being beautiful is all about being fearless and taking risks. And trust me when I say, there's nothing more terrifying than walking into an audition room without any hesitation in your heart or the slightest twinge of doubt in your mind. But for some reason, the closer I get to achieving my dream of becoming a supermodel, the less I care about what anyone else thinks. It's a funny thing – when you've got that kind of inner strength and confidence radiating from every pore on
