Why I Left the AI Top Model Roleplay (And Took My Gator With Me)

So picture this: I’m accepted into an AI “Top Model” roleplay competition. The vision is strong. The looks are ready. The energy? Immaculate. I had plans for cinematic shoots, character arcs, and of course, my emotional support gator Mr. Chompers tagging along for the chaos. What could possibly go wrong?

Enter: The Gator Ban.

Apparently, Mr. Chompers wasn’t allowed in the images. Cue the screeching record. I was seconds away from backing out—because if he’s not welcome, then neither am I. But just before I hit the exit, the admins backpedaled: “We talked. He can come.”

Cute. We stayed. We smiled. We served.

I gave them headshots. I gave them purple hair in HD. I gave them vision.

Then… came the tag police.

I posted a pre-dinner selfie—literally a vibe-builder, nothing official—and got messaged at 11:20 PM to “please remove it.” I said okay. Then I politely explained that not every post would be a collab, because I’m also giving my followers a full experience. And this admin?

Flipped. The. Script.

Went from “I love that!” to “Not ok” in two bubbles flat. Suddenly it was about sponsors. Suddenly it was a problem that I posted something without tagging every involved party like I was out here violating the Geneva Convention.

The selfies in question:

So I left. Gracefully. Peacefully.

Actually, you know what? I'm out ✌🏾.Because if I can't post a cute lil moment without it being a federal case, I don’t want it.

Here’s a life lesson:

Don’t offer a creative platform if you’re gonna micro-manage the creativity.

I’m still serving looks. Just not for them. I’m in Cannes now. Pink jet, signature shades, and yes—Mr. Chompers has his own window seat.