Today I am walking a runway in a fashion show.

I know right, craaazy. And honestly, as I sit here with my hair and makeup done, trying not to sweat through my outfit, while real life models buzz back in forth in front of me doing model-y things, it’s taking every bit of my soul not to get up and run for my car.

Because I’m insecure. Like I think all of us are from time to time. Maybe more. Maybe less. Maybe it doesn’t matter.

Because more than that, I’m determined to live my best life. The one where...