One year ago I boarded a flight to Tokyo crying like I was going to war - when really I was about to have the best three months of my life. In this post, I reflect on my time modelling in Japan, how quickly a year can pass, why documenting life matters, and why I’m determined to truly live while I’m young.

Nineteen is a very strange age - old enough to feel pressure, young enough to still have no idea what you’re doing. I thought I had it all figured out… until I didn’t. Here’s what happened when I let go of my “plan” and learned to be okay with feeling lost.