I was conceived in Homestead, Florida. My folks separated from when I was eight; I never truly knew my father, and my mother raised my more established sister and sibling and only me. It was testing. There were times I’d be anxious strolling home from grade school, thinking, If that red tag from the power organization saying our lights are killed is on the entryway handle, I don’t have the foggiest idea what I’ll do. Furthermore, there were evenings my mother wouldn’t have supper. She’d resemble, “Goodness, I’m not ravenous.” I realized she was surrendering nourishment to ensure we could eat, however when you’re 9 or 10 years of age, you can’t help. It was destroying. All things considered I imagine that is the reason nourishment equivalents love in my family. It’s the manner in which we indicated love—my grandma would make me a flame broiled cheddar sandwich each time she’d lift me up from school. I truly esteemed that consideration. As I got more established, that transformed into, “Gracious, I’m upbeat—we should celebrate and eat. I’m miserable? Give me a chance to eat my emotions.”
My mother in the long run got remarried and had two additional little girls; she and my stepdad did as well as could be expected. I recall when my mother couldn’t stand to get me Keds, my companion offered to stick her little blue name onto my Payless shoes! I can chuckle about it now, however it was a major ordeal to me as a child. Satire before long turned into my outlet. I was consistently the class comedian, and I think I inclined toward performing for the consideration I didn’t generally think I was getting at home.
After secondary school I truly needed to act, yet I didn’t realize how to start. I didn’t know anyone with associations, I didn’t originate from cash, I turned out poorly Juilliard. In any case, I never feared the chances, despite the fact that they were truly stacked against me.
At that point my sister—who is thin and tall and delightful—found out about this open-call model and ability search at a modest little Holiday Inn in Gainesville, Florida, and she resembled, “Will you take me?” So we went, and the lady asked me, “Do you sing or act? Simply venture in here for a second.” I sang Christina Aguilera’s “Delightful”— Lord knows why I picked that monstrous thing. The next day she called my sister for a demonstrating contract and revealed to me she’d acquaint me with supervisors and operators in Los Angeles.
Furthermore, how’d we get to L.A.? Young lady, some young ladies and I caravanned right from Florida, at that point lived in a two-room condo, three of us to each room, in Burbank. We were all on a financial limit—we went through evenings playing Uno in our family room—yet the majority of the other children’s folks were balance their bills. My stepdad helped me with my vehicle protection, however I couldn’t approach him for much else; they didn’t have anything extra. So I paid my own particular manner by nannying or securing odd positions. I had two tryouts that pilot season, possibly. I cried a great deal.
And after that in 2014 American Horror Story came up. I’d needed the job of Ima [Barbara] Wiggles frantically, and after I got it, I thought, OK, amazing, this is a bouncing board for my profession! In any case, when it wrapped, there was… nothing. I nearly moved back to Florida, however my mother stated, “You can either be hopeless here and not seek after your fantasies, or you can be hopeless in L.A. furthermore, at any rate seek after what you need.