Today we’d like to introduce you to Liv Ramirez.
Hi Liv, so excited to have you on the platform. So, before we get into questions about your work life, maybe you can bring our readers up to speed on your story and how you got to where you are today.
I was born in Michigan in 2004 to Natalie Tersigni and Luis Ramirez and an older brother named Anthony. My father passed away when I was 3, leaving my mom as a single mother of 2 at 25 years old. We had moved to Florida earlier that year, and I was signed to Ford models at age 4. We had to leave and move back closer to family in Michigan at age 6. I moved quite a bit through my life going to many different schools, however I was quite good at making friends everywhere I went, always a social butterfly. Something inside of me always knew I was a star. From a young age I knew there was something I had to say to the world, and I was desperate to scream it from the mountaintops, and so I did. I moved to California when I was 14 years old, and my mom worked very hard to make sure I could have the life I dreamed of and get as many opportunities as possible. I got certified in Reiki that year with my older brother, as we both are spiritually passionate. I started dating my first boyfriend at 15 years old and the world turned upside down. The lockdown happened not even a year into our relationship, however we were inseparable. This gave us only 2 options. Move in together or not see each other for the span of the lockdown. We moved in together. At 16 years old, we lived together fully. Our relationship lasted four years. At which point, I decided to explore the open world. I signed my first agency and was on top of the world. I also began dating Someone new. A very special guy to me. Trent is my very best friend. I signed up for my second agency this January and have been pursuing my career very heavily, and it looks very hopeful.
Can you talk to us a bit about the challenges and lessons you’ve learned along the way? Looking back, would you say it’s been easy or smooth in retrospect?
My father passed away from a drug overdose when I was 3 while living in Riverside, CA. My mom was only 25 years old and was left to raise my brother (age 5) and me (age 3) on her own. At age 4 I was signed to ford models, however at age 6 my mom made the decision to move back to Michigan to be closer to family. Due to the immense stress and trauma my mom went through in her own life, even before my father’s passing, my mom became an alcoholic. As addiction runs strong and heavy in my family it was very hard on my brother and I, leaving use to somewhat fill in the gaps ourselves. Despite any of that, there was so much love in my family. I grew up with incredible values and deep care for each human being alive. My mom may have loved herself a good time (and not so good sometimes), but she would give the clothes off her back for any being who needed it and any being who didn’t. My mom always made sure we were involved philanthropically in the community. Whether that be helping with homeless people or community gardens, we always were involved. I also danced as a kid, an expensive hobby that my single mom made sure I was always included in. She made everything possible. Although we were in the school food program, every kid thought we were the wealthiest of everyone, and in a way, we were. I always had the phone, just sometimes not the service. And we always had the clothes and shoes; we just lived paycheck to paycheck, moment to moment. No one would’ve been able to tell; we were incredible at keeping ourselves intact. My brother was bullied very heavily starting when he was rather young. He was physically assaulted by a gang of kids, and no one did anything to protect him, so my mom chose to take us to a different school system, where essentially the same thing happened. We then moved 3 hours down the state in hopes of a new beginning. Unfortunately, it began there too. He was brutalized and bullied, and beaten. He couldn’t leave our home. They would torment our entire family to the point where several people were being criminally charged and sentenced. My mom knew we had to find another way. When I was 14 years old my mom made the decision to move us to California, with a chunk settlement from her boss, we set off. October of 2018, we arrived in Newport Beach, California. A life I’d never known but was beyond ready for. I had always dreamed of being an actress, a model, and singing. An overall performer. My mom had sent me to an international acting intensive at age 13 and I fell in love with the art. Having been a dancer most of my life, performing flowed naturally. Well, life in California began as a movie. I longboard down the Newport peninsula every day with my brother to get donuts and explore. My brother had dropped out of 10th grade, and I was beginning the 9th. He has always been extremely intelligent and began a blog for real-world news, as well as invested and made a large deal of money on the stock market. Him and I got our Reiki Practitioner Licenses at ages 14 and 16, as we’ve always been very spiritual. I began school a week after my 15th birthday. In April of that year I started going out with my first real boyfriend ever. I was madly in love, as was he, swept up so heavily in the chemical addiction of being a teen in love. The hormones combined with the close connection we developed made it nearly impossible for us to be apart. He was my first real and best friend in California and the only person I’d ever been so close to. It was a very toxic and draining relationship, although it, too, was filled so heavily with so much love. I became a part of his family, spending more time with him than anyone in the world. Covid hit almost a year into our relationship, and we were given a choice. His father is an older man who was at high risk, which meant he didn’t want us going back and forth between houses. My mom was young and careless, and he didn’t want to risk anything. We were given the option to move to my house or his house or not see each other til COVID was over. We chose for me to move into his house. Just weeks after my 16th birthday, I was fully living with my boyfriend of less than a year. Lockdown forced us to spend every waking minute together for nearly 8 months in total. Which began a strenuous process of always having to be together and hating each other at the same time. In November of 2021, I was admitted to the hospital with sepsis. The doctors didn’t believe I was in life-threatening pain, so I was forced to wait in the waiting room for 4 hours while my organs were beginning failure. It had been over 12 hours of sepsis, and my body was in the most pain it ever has been in. I had no idea for days I had thought I was just getting cramps, as I’ve always had intense pain from those. I was in the hospital for 4 days, and on the last night, I noticed my arm with my IV had been hurting me very badly; having told multiple nurses, I decided to tell my new night nurse, too. She felt my arm and immediately said something was wrong, as my arm was rock solid. She pulled my IV to discover it had punctured my vein and was injecting the fluids into my arm itself. Luckily, my body had done a full 180 by then, and after a good amount of crying and begging, they decided to leave the IV out and discharge me with oral medication. Back to the boyfriend- I lived at his house for most of the four years we dated. Until the end. Just months before our 3-month anniversary. We had a big blow up in which I decided I had no choice but to take a step back from our relationship. I was made to believe from him that love was to be earned, and any act of feeling uncomfortable was immediate jealousy. He was a lustful person, and it played a big role on my emotional and physical security within myself. After a while I never felt beautiful enough, skinny enough, shapely enough, smart enough, funny enough, nothing. During the time I stepped away he was very careless and hurtful with his actions, however I knew I couldn’t let go, YET. I knew I had to face so much disrespect that I couldn’t even look at him, and then I could finally be done. I shamefully begged for him to come back, and he did, not without doing some very devastating things to me, though, pushing me more away. We had our 3 year anniversary and then he asked me to come to Germany with him, I went on the month trip with him and his family and traveled nearly the entire country. Taking trains from Munich to Berlin and even getting lost in a little town called Leipzig and having to stay with a young girl we met on the train in her family’s extra house. Upon returning home, I soon realized that I would not be in that relationship for much longer, so I decided to soak up every last second. During these months, my mom got into a horrible car accident. She was rear-ended by a drunk driver and suffered severe brain damage. She was diagnosed with a brain condition called Chiari Malformation, and I became her, some may say, caretaker. I took care of her, and she did her very best to continue taking care of me. Never did it stop my mom from making sure I was always cared for, however day to day I had to handle things on a smaller scale. Making sure that she was functioning properly was very hard for both of us, and I think the whole experience has brought us closer. My ex-boyfriend and I broke up in April of 2023. A devastating to only a month before our 4 year anniversary, and I was mortified. My mom was in Michigan handling some family affairs, and I spent 4 days in my dark room. Screaming, crying, and writing. I began writing a book in February of 2022, and during this period of time, I took to the book. Writing every detail of the sense of self-being shed from me. I then began hanging out with a friend the next day, who helped me a lot in those next couple of months to broaden my horizons and explore the incredible experience of California as an adult. She and I ended up going to Miami Swim Week, and although it was not an experience I would say was wonderful, it taught me a lot. I was on a very famous podcast while there, and I met a lot of very well-known people. When I returned home in July of 2023, I fell in love again, which is an experience I never thought would happen. I had met the kindest boy previously, and him and I began our California dream together. He is a surfer/skater who dreams of providing a loving and stable environment and does exactly that. A love that I prayed for. A softness I knew I deserved, and in a way a reflection of the way I view myself. In September of 2023, I was signed to my first modeling agency, having been scouted. It felt like an absolute fever dream. Having remembered the kids laughing when I told them I’d end up in California as a star I felt such a sense of deep accomplishment. A few months later, in December, a cat showed up on our front porch. My mom started feeding him, and he would come back every day that week. One night, she called my boyfriend and I down to meet him, and he ran to me and started laying on my lap. I was so tired and busy I just said hi to him and went upstairs. The next morning, I woke up to him on top of me purring. It so happens that he waited at the door all night, and at 5 am, my mom awoke to him crying to get in. Just a small kitten, we had to take him in. He became my sweet angel, and I believe, in a way, is my father protecting me. As he has taken such special interest in adoring and loving me. In January of this year, I was offered a new, somewhat more promising contract from a new agency, Supermodel Management. I spoke with my lawyer and decided to terminate my contract with my previous agency and go forward with the new one. Having signed my new contract, I was absolutely on the moon! Something I know my family cherishes that I am taking every ounce of generational trauma and making a beautiful name for it. I think my biggest dream is to give my family and the people who need a life where the only worry is how to make themselves happy in that moment. I am so beyond grateful for what the universe gives me on a daily basis, id love to share it with the world. I am currently in school studying to create a new form of holistic therapy, which I am very passionate about. I believe life is meant to be experienced, and I will do everything in my power to make it as beautiful as possible. I’m the luckiest girl in the world, after all!
Can you tell our readers more about what you do and what you think sets you apart from others?
I am a model, as well as a writer, an actress, and a singer. I am currently writing my first book and very close to release. It will be called “My Soul Awoke in Spring” and might I say it is quite the tearjerker! I am also studying to receive a psych degree currently, in hopes of starting my own form of holistic therapy, in which we heal the root of the damage in the brain due to trauma and other outside factors. Something that was partially inspired by my mom’s brain condition. I am determined to give her brain relief, as well as provide the world with a whole new way of life in which everyone thrives at their fullest function.
What matters most to you?
Human beings feeling okay, feeling happy and content. I dream of a world where my existence is the reason someone’s heart gets to settle; I dream of building my mom a home. I dream of giving my grandma everything her soul ever dreamed of. Giving my nieces and cousins and aunts everything they could want. Giving the people I love the recourses to provide warmth and love to the world. I wish for a world where suffering does not exist; I don’t believe anybody should ever suffer.
Contact Info:
- Website: https://supermodelmanagement.co/liv?fbclid=PAAab78TTRpYT9y26CQx1DPAxXsv_ZCyGNrK321lr1n36LZ_vwbcFBLFHRf2c_aem_AVjK59Yj3DxaWKrT-TF9uihbI0syUMgV6OXQzJ8ZsFoe1Un8nsyMEwruNWFV2aqMkrw
- Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/livrammirez?igsh=OGQ5ZDc2ODk2ZA%3D%3D&utm_source=qr
Image Credits
Carlos Nunez
Pete Ngyn
Justin Dickey
