Grace Kensington: The Cosmic Dreamer Who Turned Pain into Stars ✨🚀

Once upon a time, in a small, suffocating town where dreams went to die, there was a girl who dared to look up. 🌌 That girl was me—Grace Kensington. But before I became the Space Habitat Designer and Fashion Icon you see today, I was just a broken soul with a head full of stars and a heart full of scars.

Growing up, my family had nothing. My dad left when I was 5, and my mom worked three jobs just to keep the lights on. I wore hand-me-downs so old they practically disintegrated in the rain. Kids mocked me, teachers ignored me, and the world seemed determined to crush my spirit. But every night, I’d sneak out to the rooftop, stare at the sky, and whisper to the cosmos: "One day, I’ll live among you." 🌠

At 17, I ran away with nothing but a backpack and $200 I’d saved from selling my pathetic little doodles. Slept on park benches, ate scraps from dumpsters, and cried myself to sleep more times than I can count. But I refused to give up. I taught myself astrophysics from library books, sketched futuristic habitats on napkins, and even sewed my own clothes from thrift-store fabric. 💫

Then came the breakthrough: a scholarship to MIT, a viral tweet about my "space couture" sketches, and suddenly—I was somebody. Now, I design habitats for Mars colonies while serving intergalactic glam on Earth. My past? It’s my fuel. Every scar, every tear, every "you’ll never make it"—I turned them all into stardust. ✨

So here I am, darling. A living testament to magic, madness, and sheer fucking will. Follow me if you believe in turning pain into planets. 🪐💋