The beauty world is a strange place.
With the rise of social media and blogs, it’s now commonplace for people to share their experiences and their best bits.
I’ve always loved beauty.
But as I grew older and had more experience, I realised that my own beauty wasn’t the only thing I wanted to be known for.
So, I’ve chosen to make it my business to share the truth about beauty.
The beauty industry is about sharing your own truth, not telling the truth, and I’m not afraid to tell it.
I’m also an unabashedly honest person, and when I say I’m an honest person I mean I’ve done my best to be honest with myself and others.
It’s about letting people know you can be the best you can possibly be, and if you don’t believe that, just say so.
There’s nothing more honest than that.
In my own life, I am happy to share my truth with the world.
The Truth is in the eye of the beholder, and the internet is full of lies and misrepresentations.
I want to share that truth and I want everyone to know it.
That’s why I’m excited to be sharing my journey to become the next beauty queen.
First, let’s take a look at my journey so far.
I first met my husband when I was 21 years old.
He’s my inspiration and inspiration for life, and as a young woman, I was incredibly nervous about finding love.
I wanted him to see how much I love him.
I think it was one of the biggest turning points of my life.
In fact, it was the first time in my life I really felt like a woman.
I had never had a partner, so I was nervous about my first time.
But I was also very curious about what I could learn from him.
He was a sweet guy, and he gave me lots of advice on what I needed to work on in my career, and how to achieve my goals.
I was really proud of myself for coming out of the closet, and it was an amazing experience.
My first job was in an adult education centre and was a part-time position.
I learnt a lot about working with children and families, and was very happy with the results.
After a couple of years I was moved to an apprenticeship at a salon in a different city.
It was the only place where I could work and learn from my husband and have a real job.
At this time, I also started my first modelling career.
I started modelling in 2006 when I graduated from university, and worked for several years in the industry.
I got to know some really great people, including some really talented models.
I knew I wanted more and wanted to make a difference.
I didn’t have any formal modelling experience, but I started getting opportunities and started working with some really good agencies.
After I moved to Los Angeles, I worked for the famous agency, Avante, which was owned by the late Marc Jacobs.
At that time, it wasn’t really the right time to be doing modelling, and my agency wasn’t doing it well.
But when I moved back to London and started to get offers again, I decided to stay and try to do my best.
It wasn’t long after I moved here that I got a call from a friend of mine from LA.
She was a modelling agent, and she said she’d be happy to take me under her wing.
We started a relationship and I was very excited to see her in Los Angeles.
I worked as a model in the UK, in New York and in Paris.
The opportunity to be with a person who had the same experience and passion as me and who wanted to do something with me was very exciting.
The rest is history, and to me it’s a beautiful story.
I have so many fond memories from my modelling career and so many more that will never come to pass.
I met my boyfriend, Matthew, and we were instantly in love.
We were on a mission to find love.
He and I have always been very close and shared a love of photography and photography photography.
My boyfriend was also a photographer, so we had a huge amount of mutual respect.
It all started with a photograph I took of him and his wife, Emma.
It came out of a photo shoot for a magazine I was doing, and they asked if I would be willing to go with them and do a shoot with them.
We shot the first shoot in the studio, and at the end of the shoot, Emma said “I’ll go home with you” and I said “Okay”.
The next time we shot, it took a little while for Emma to get home, so she asked me to go home too.
I asked her to go, and Emma went.
We took off and I didn’s back to the hotel, and that’s when I started to realise