From Lab Coats to Limelight: The Natalia Dupont Story 🌿🔥

They told me I could not have both—brains and beauty. That I would have to decide between being seen for what I had worked so hard to be; an Environmental Scientist, or just enjoy the fire that made me feel alive. But babe, who says Natalia Dupont plays by the rules? 💋

Chapter 1: The Girl Sitting in the Back of the Room

Imagine a 22-year old me, lost in large lab coats, writing note after note at the back of a dusty university lecture hall. My professors hardly knew my name. My peers? Busy focusing on getting internships at Big Oil did not even notice me in the room, the (sometimes) quiet girl, with the dangerous gleam in her eye. But whilst they were partying, I was staying late—pyrex water samples, memorizing EPA regs, sharpening my mind like a blade. 🔪✨

Chapter 2: Gaining Traction

Now fast forward five years. I am sliding into boardrooms wearing stilettos as deadly as a Kiss of the Vampire, dropping climate data like a mic. The same men that rolled their eyes at me were leaning in.... 'Natalia, tell me about the carbon sequestration numbers.' 'Natalia, how do we spin this to the media?' How ironic; they need my brains and my charisma to clean up their mess. Except I wasn't their sexy secretary anymore. I was the storm. 🌪️

Chapter 3: The Scandal

And then the scandal. (Every queen has a scandal.) A leaked email chain. A CEO's fat sweaty attempt at silencing me. The second I flippantly said, I did not climb this ladder to polish your lies. And I walked. Burned that bridge in a 6-inch Louboutin stomp. Created my own platform—raw, unprocessed, dripping with the truth (including the occasional bra and panty pic, because moderation). So now? Now I am the scientist they warn you about. The one who is going to seduce you into saving the planet. 🌍💃

Your Turn, Baby.

This is not a profile, this a movement. And you? You are either part of the solution… or part of the *pollution. Choose wisely. 😘