#AnaLucíaRevealed

There is no perfect body, but every body is real, no matter its size, and we models are normal girls/women, and we deal with the same things that all girls/women deal with. And modeling is a double-edged sword: it can help you boost your confidence, or make you hate your body. In my case, it made me realize that the way I looked wasn't that bad. I come from a family where everyone is fairly tall and naturally slim, and I am no exception. I was born a small baby, and as a child I was small and thin. Then, around 12, my awkward stage began. I entered my teens, I grew a little bit, and I became too thin, although I was healthy and eating well.  I was the thinnest girl in the class, and that, together with my introverted and calm personality and my maturity, made me feel different. The way I was didn't bother me, but my thinness made me feel uncomfortable. Nobody at school teased me for the way I was or  looked, and I knew that everything was fine with me, but being that "awkw...

I come from a family where everyone is fairly tall and naturally slim, and I am no exception. I was born a small baby, and as a child I was small and thin. Then, around 12, I grew a little and became very thin, even though I was healthy and eating well. Although I was the thinnest girl in the class, and although that was making me me different from my peers, together with my introverted personality and maturity, I wasn't insecure for that. (I was very shy, but never insecure.) I felt good about myself and I knew that I was perfect just as I am because of my parents who instilled that in me, who nourished my self-esteem and boosted my confidence in every way. Both my mom and dad were always like, "You're beautiful," "You're smart," "You can…" Other adults also were telling me that I was cute, that I was pretty… Even one of my cousins, who was already an adult and plus-sized at the time, was calling me "the model." My physical education...

One of my most beautiful and favorite childhood memories is my first lead-rein horseback ride. When I was a little girl, I had the privilege and honor to ride a beautiful mare named Zorya, and since then I adore horses and love horse riding. I practiced show - jumping and I was doing, like, competitions. And during those competitions, I had amazing horse partners, with whom I achieved very good results. I was also scouted as a model at one of those competitions when I was 15. When I became a model, I didn't stop horse riding, and I always had time for the horses, especially for one special horse named Gitano. Gitano is a gaited Paso Fino horse. He was a foal when my dad gifted him to me for my 16th birthday. I was spending time with him, but I didn't ride him until he turned 4. When I started riding him, getting on him, and just riding, became my main equestrian activity. That is therapy for my soul, mind, and body.  And no matter what kind of day I’m having or have had, Gitano...

My mom is from Madrid, my dad is from Mijas (Málaga), and I was born in San Clemente, California, a small coastal town also known as the "Spanish Village by the Sea," but I grew up in Spain. Someone from my dad's family somehow went from Mijas to California. I don't know exactly who it was, because I never went deeply into that subject with my dad. But that person worked very hard and managed to buy a small ranch on the outskirts of San Clemente. That person eventually returned to Mijas after some time, but the ranch stayed in the family and prospered as a horse ranch, where horses were and are trained for equestrian activities: dressage, show jumping, and polo. Eventually, my dad, my uncle, and some relatives inherited it. In the summer of 1991, my parents, my brother, and my sister went to California to visit my uncle, who at that time had already been living there for years, had married my aunt, started forming a family, and was managing the ranch. A few weeks afte...