In the end, only three numbers out of 30 were called, and mine wasn't one of them. The women who were picked truly looked like models: tall and thin, the most memorable being an Asian girl with long black locks. After all that, it was over. I wasn't on TV. I didn't meet Tyra. I was done.
No doubt I felt a little crushed, but auditioning did lead to what I assumed it would: a once-in-a-lifetime experience, especially now that the show is in its final season. And, while I'm far from the likes of Kendall Jenner and Gigi Hadid, I do get to put my smize to the test while living out my current dream as an assistant fashion editor, even posing for the occasional photo shoot.
But do I still want to be "on top," as those famous song lyrics go? Not exactly. But having the ability to combine my love of writing, fashion, and, yes, posing, it sure feels like I am.
