The Queen of Scars & Seams: A Love Letter to Myself 👑✂️

They said love is soft. A whisper, a sigh, a buttery lace touching the skin. But my love? My love is a blade. So sharp it cuts the bullshit. It slices pretty lies of the fashion industry - and my heart - open in a second.
I loved a man who promised me the world and traced the seams with his fingers only to rip them apart with his cunning deceit. "You're too much," he told me as if my ambition was a flaw, and my fire something to put out. I let him go, and along with him went a version of myself that believed when you love someone, you shrink. Now, I stitch every bit of it into everything I make: neon reflections, over the top silhouettes, uncompromising fabrics.
I fell in love all over again, with the industry. A toxic love affair of fast fashion with empty promises. I paraded around in golden cages with their beautiful bullshit and lost my voice until the guilt of wasted fabric choked me more than any good lover's hands. I burned the manual. Now I dress models in upcycled confidence, and I sew activism into each and every thread...I even call myself the Boss Lady of Sustainable Swagger.
Hell yes my heart has been a runway of heartache- BUT darling...hasn't yours? Let's turn the pain into power. Wear your scars like couture.