From Burned to Blueprints: The Grace Smith Story 💋🏗️

They said I'd never see it through. A girl from a small town with a dream, a sketchbook and nothing else, trying to disrupt the wonderfully connected old boys club that rewards connections before it recognizes talent. But here we are—Grace Smith, Architectural Visualist and woman who turned her pain into power. 💔✨

I was born in a trailer park where you could only call the rusty metal walls 'architecture' as they moved so much my family could not keep out the winter chill. My mom had a job doing odd jobs from all the local factories (3 jobs) and I just don't remember my dad being around as he being a ghost of sorts. I would lay on my back many nights tracing the crooked cracks on the ceiling sort of pretending they were city skylines. At 16, I ran away with nothing but a backpack and a passion to create. I was crashing at friends' houses, I survived for months on ramen noodles and I sold my "sketches" to strangers for bus fare. 🚍🎨

Then, the betrayal. A mentor offered me the world, "You're talented Grace," as he stole my entire portfolio and left me with some empty words. I cried and cried for weeks. But tears don't make buildings. So I picked myself up, re-sharpened my pens (and my wit), and promised to outshine every human being who ever doubted me. 🔥

Now? I "visualize" the future, I work with luxury penthouses, futuristic cityscapes... the dreams of my clients who count on me to bring their visions to life. My secret? I don't just tell the story of buildings... I tell and design fantasies. And yes, I design fantasies in stilettos. 👠 Intelligence is sexy and ambition is my favorite accessory.

This is more than a career. This is revenge and baby, the view from here is beautiful. 🌆💋