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I first fell in love with fashion when I was about ten years old. Whether it was poetry, painting, or just sketching in my notebook during class, I was just in love with an artistic imagination of objects.  One day while in library class, I came across a Vogue magazine.  I think Oprah Winfrey was on the cover or something of that nature, and remembering flipping through the pages and just feeling my heart beat fast.  Happy, surprised, excited, and intrigued by what I saw. Bang! Lights on! I was in love with fashion. From that day forward everything I created was about fashion, from drawing dresses and coming up with my own designs. As designs were popping into my head,  I would do my best to get them on paper before I could forget. However, like every love story, I would have stumbling blocks that came against my newly found love.


Even though I loved fashion, it didn't love me back. Pear shaped since childhood made shopping an unpleasant experience.  I would always love shopping until I stepped into that dressing room and let me tell you, the struggle is real! I had three major issues with fashion; pricing, sizing, and availability. Everything I really wanted to buy wasn't in my size, and if I was lucky enough to find my size the price would be outrageous for something as simple as a pair of pants. However, I was not going to give up on love. I'd save the money, come back and try to buy the item. Alas, therein lied the last issue I faced when shopping.  I don't know if it was just me, but everywhere I went would only carry one in the biggest sizes, and it would always be sold out. My entire wardrobe was only ever at 17% because of that. Every time this happened I felt like I'd been cheated on but, I still couldn't let go. There had to be a space for me in fashion's heart and there were few specialty stores. They always lacked the style and look I loved about fashion. The crisp, clean, edgy, elegant, beauty that makes you gasp when you see it. That was what I  fell in love with. A couple of years ago it finally dawned on me to just create the wardrobe I want to have. Since then, fashion and I have been madly in love with every piece I stitch together. Moral of the story, never give up on your true love.

I first fell in love with fashion when I was about ten years old. Whether it was poetry, painting, or just sketching in my notebook during class, I was just in love with an artistic imagination of objects.  One day while in library class, I came across a Vogue magazine.  I think Oprah Winfrey was on the cover or something of that nature, and remembering flipping through the pages and just feeling my heart beat fast.  Happy, surprised, excited, and intrigued by what I saw. Bang! Lights on! I was in love with fashion. From that day forward everything I created was about fashion, from drawing dresses and coming up with my own designs. As designs were popping into my head,  I would do my best to get them on paper before I could forget. However, like every love story, I would have stumbling blocks that came against my newly found love.


Even though I loved fashion, it didn't love me back. Pear shaped since childhood made shopping an unpleasant experience.  I would always love shopping until I stepped into that dressing room and let me tell you, the struggle is real! I had three major issues with fashion; pricing, sizing, and availability. Everything I really wanted to buy wasn't in my size, and if I was lucky enough to find my size the price would be outrageous for something as simple as a pair of pants. However, I was not going to give up on love. I'd save the money, come back and try to buy the item. Alas, therein lied the last issue I faced when shopping.  I don't know if it was just me, but everywhere I went would only carry one in the biggest sizes, and it would always be sold out. My entire wardrobe was only ever at 17% because of that. Every time this happened I felt like I'd been cheated on but, I still couldn't let go. There had to be a space for me in fashion's heart and there were few specialty stores. They always lacked the style and look I loved about fashion. The crisp, clean, edgy, elegant, beauty that makes you gasp when you see it. That was what I  fell in love with. A couple of years ago it finally dawned on me to just create the wardrobe I want to have. Since then, fashion and I have been madly in love with every piece I stitch together. Moral of the story, never give up on your true love.

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