What happens when your runway dreams get derailed by two pink lines and a raging panic disorder? In this unapologetic journal entry, I unpack the chaos of becoming a mom at sixteen, lying to my dad about vomit in the shower, and learning how to chase big-ass dreams while buried under diapers, anxiety, and generational trauma. Spoiler alert: I didn’t become America’s Next Top Model—but I did become something far more unstoppable.