'ANTM' Recap: Lacey Rogers Stomps The Runway

keep that smize on the prize

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How bomb is the cast of America’s Next Top Model Cycle 22? The season premiere set this season off right! The competition is rough and the models are fierce. And there is something extra-special about this cycle. Not only are male models and female models competing, but Tyra stomped on the height requirement. Yep, that’s right: for America’s Next Top Model Cycle 22, there are NO height requirements. ANTM has models of all shapes and sizes this cycle, baby!

The first photoshoot was a hectic day. All the models were thrown on a bus together and we finally got to sniff out—I mean—meet our competition; 31 models all dying to make the cut and make it to the top. I’m an 18-year-old virgin with no experience with guys, and I come from a small town called El Dorado, Arkansas. (Yes, for all of you wondering, we do wear shoes in Arkansas.) Coming into this competition at such a young age, I was nervous about how I would compare to the other models and I was nervous about being around all the guys because they’re hot.

To start off, all 31 of us climbed onto a huge double-decker sightseeing bus to have our first photoshoot. As always, time is precious and each of us only got about 10 frames. These 10 frames were do or die. Make your mark and smize your eyes, baby, because if you don’t, you’re sent packing.

After the rush of the shoot, we pulled up to one of the most popular places in Los Angeles: The intersection of Hollywood and Highland in front of the Chinese Theatre. There, we met the judges: Miss J Alexander, Yu Tsai, Kelly Cutrone, and Tyra Banks, herself. This was our first red-carpet runway! We were told that it’s our time to strut down the runway with a partner. It’s hard enough to work well on your own, but with a partner—and crazy fans screaming at you and waving signs in your face—it’s madness! But being the smart cookie that I am, I kept my composure and fierceness, and I slayed the runway. Some other models (bless their hearts!) weren’t as fierce. People were flexing, dancing, Tangoing, flipping their hair, and trying to steal the spotlight—which did not work to their favor. The judges didn’t just blink and didn’t let it slide; they had plenty of criticism.