Bank on Robyn

There was a moment, actually let’s be real, there were a few; where I thought I was done. Thought I had ruined something I wanted my whole life. Thought maybe I wasn’t built for it after all. Modeling has this way of stripping you down to the rawest parts of yourself, especially when you’re just starting out.
No guarantees. No handholding. Just lights, eyes, and your own heartbeat echoing through your heels.

I remember one moment maybe there were too many nerves, too many people watching, too much pressure I put on myself to be perfect. I left feeling like I’d fumbled my entire career. I didn’t just doubt my walk; I doubted my dreams, my reality. 

What am I here to do?

That moment haunted me for months. It played over in my head like a loop: how I should’ve moved, how everyone probably thought I didn’t belong. I felt as if I didn’t belong. 

But here’s the part I didn’t realize back then: I was never falling apart. I was being rebuilt.

That moment, that tension, that break? It lit the fire. It sharpened my edge. It taught me how to hold my head high even when I’m shaking. It forced me to walk through self-doubt in order to get to self-definition. Because if I had never stumbled, I might’ve never stood up stronger today. 

Now, every step I take on a runway means something. It’s not just about the clothes. It’s not just about the look. It’s about presence. It’s about claiming space where you once questioned if you belonged. It’s about becoming someone the old you can be proud of and doing so with grace and integrity. This time on the runway, I have confidence in rebuilding and the most belief I’ve ever had in myself… banking on me ;)

Here is your call to wet your quill and write a story you’d be proud of. 

K bye, 

Robyn