Tyra Banks Makes Iconic Return To Victorias Secret Fashion Show After Nearly Two Decades
Okay, gather ‘round, because I’ve got some tea to spill, and it’s hotter than a runway model’s spotlight on a Tuesday afternoon. You know how sometimes you see something and your brain just goes, “Wait, what?” Well, buckle up, buttercups, because my brain did a full-on backflip, did a triple axel, and then landed headfirst into a pile of glitter. Why? Because Tyra Banks, the undisputed queen of smizing, the woman who taught a generation how to work it, made a comeback at the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show after a hiatus so long, it feels like it was in a different millennium. Seriously, almost two decades. That’s like, three whole internet trends ago.
I’m talking about the show that was basically the Super Bowl for anyone who owned a pair of high heels and a dream. The one where angels, and I mean actual, literal angels with wings that probably cost more than my car, strutted their stuff. And who was the reigning monarch of that sparkly kingdom? None other than our glorious Tyra. She wasn’t just a model; she was a force of nature. She could do a runway walk that made you feel inadequate for walking to the fridge. Her poses? Legendary. Her smize? So powerful, it could probably launch a thousand ships… or at least a really good selfie.
And then, poof! She vanished. Not like, “oh, she’s just not doing this show anymore.” More like, “Did she get beamed up by aliens who needed a supermodel ambassador?” We saw her conquer television with America’s Next Top Model (ANTM, anyone? “The face is everything!”), but the VS runway? Crickets. For years. We all mourned, quietly, while still buying the sparkly lingerie and dreaming of our own wings. It was a dark time for runway nostalgia, a time of yearning.
But then, a whisper. A rumor. A butterfly effect of gossip that started with a faint flutter and grew into a full-blown hurricane of excitement. Tyra was back. For this show. I swear, my jaw hit the floor so hard, it’s probably still somewhere in the Mariana Trench. I mean, after 18 years? That’s longer than some of my past relationships! It’s a comeback so epic, it makes the return of disco look like a mild inconvenience.
And let’s be real, the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show itself has had its… moments. It’s been through a few identity crises, let’s just say. It went from being the ultimate fantasy factory to, well, facing some realities. It’s like that friend who peaked in high school and then spent years trying to recapture that magic. But Tyra? Tyra is like that friend who peaked in high school, then went on to invent time travel, and still shows up to the reunion looking better than everyone else.
So, imagine the scene. The lights. The music. The sheer electricity in the air. And then, she appears. Walking out like she’d never left. Like she’d just popped out for a quick croissant and a chat with the fashion gods. The crowd went wild. I went wild. My dog, who usually only cares about cheese, looked up with an unusual glint in his eye, as if to say, “Is that… the Tyra?”
And you know what? She didn’t just show up. She owned it. She walked with that signature Tyra grace, that commanding presence that screams, “I invented this, and I’m still the best at it.” It was like watching a legendary athlete make a triumphant return to the sport they basically revolutionized. She was there, a beacon of pure, unadulterated fabulousness. She proved that some things, like a killer runway strut and the ability to make a feathered boa look like a natural extension of your being, truly do get better with age.
Think about it. For nearly two decades, we’ve been living in a world without Tyra’s full-on runway domination at this particular spectacle. That’s a lot of missed smizes! That’s a lot of missed hair flips! That’s a whole lot of runway magic that was just… on pause. It's like having your favorite song on repeat for 18 years and then suddenly, a whole new album drops. A masterpiece album.
And the funny thing is, she probably hasn’t aged a day. I’m convinced she has a secret stash of Benjamin Button’s baby lotion. Or maybe she just bathes in the tears of her competitors. Either way, she looked incredible. It was a full-circle moment for the ages. For all of us who grew up watching her, who tried to smize in the mirror (and probably looked like we were constipated), it was a moment of pure, unadulterated joy. It was a reminder that some legends never fade; they just take a really, really long break to plot their glorious returns.
So, here’s to Tyra Banks. The OG Angel. The queen of the comeback. The woman who proves that if you’ve got it, you’ve always got it. And if you don’t, well, maybe you can learn to smize. But honestly, just watching Tyra is probably better for your soul. And way more entertaining than my café gossip, right? Now, who wants another coffee? This story deserves a refill.