What happened to your life after the season aired?
No one from that season got signed to an agency, so I freelanced. I booked Pantene Pro V and Old Navy in the same day. I booked over $200,000 that day, so Ford [Models] called me and was like, “We want you exclusively.” I worked my ass off and moved to Chicago and then LA, so I worked out of three regions for about 5 or 6 years.
The drinking and the drugging escalated. I was super lonely all the time. I was a hair model and this hairdresser cut all my hair off one day, and all my agencies dropped me within a week. I just didn’t have it in me to keep on fighting. Then I did Top Model All Stars and a season on a Tyler Perry show, and then I bottomed out. I crashed Tyler’s car and it was so fucked up… so he didn’t call me back [laughing].
Oh wow [laughing]. That’s wild.
Well… I booked one job that year and right after that job I went to rehab because I passed out in an alley. The next day my therapist showed up at my house and she’s like, “So, you’re going to pack your things and we’re going to rehab." I’m like, “Alright.”
In rehab there was a Brazilian lady who taught yoga every Wednesday. She would put lavender oil on me and made me feel like I wasn’t the shittiest person in the world.
You stayed in LA for a couple of years after rehab. How was it coming back to New York?
Coming back was hard because when I left I was a star and people had created their own fantasies about what I was doing in LA. I had to practice being uncomfortable. I had to fight with myself and work on acceptance.
How did you shift towards teaching yoga?
I got this check out of nowhere for $10,000 and I had to pay off my car, and by then I had found a yoga studio that I really liked. My sponsor lives on the Upper East Side. She’s this beautiful, white woman from Massachusetts. Total privilege. She took me to this yoga studio, and I did teacher training there. I was going to train with the best.
It was 2.5 month of gruesome, intense yoga and then I couldn’t get a job because I’m a black woman in a yoga community, which was at the time still very white. It was almost taboo for a black woman to be in a yoga studio on the Upper East Side. They were not hiring me anywhere so I went out to Brooklyn and out to urban communities, but what I noticed was a lack of yoga studios in urban communities. We like church, we don’t like yoga.
I was like, “Fuck that,” and I rented a dance studio down the street from here. It’s was a community class, pay what you can. People came and they came consistently.
I decided that I was going to travel with yoga. I started going to ghettos everywhere. I started going to Camden, New Jersey. Bridgeport, Connecticut. Atlanta. I would just teach yoga and we’d sell out every time.
So how did you get involved in prison yoga?
Through rehab, I went to Rikers to bring a meeting inside and I loved it so much.
What did you like about it?
I remember being that hopeless myself. It was so familiar to me in a nostalgic way. There’s so much possibility when you’re hopeless. You just don’t know it. I knew that I wanted to come back so I asked around and heard about Liberation Yoga. I emailed them, and Anneke [founder of Liberation Yoga] called me back the next day.
Anneke is this beautiful woman. She has such peace about her, and as soon as I met her I wanted to cry because she was okay [Anneke grew up in a sex ring]. I never see women like me that are okay, and she has a daughter. I felt like I found my long lost mom. She introduced me to incest anonymous meetings and taught me how to show up everyday.