When I was a little girl, my father used to travel a lot.
“What shall I bring back from my travels for you?” he used to say, knowing exactly what the answer would be.
“A PINK DRESS!”
Before I was a teenager I’d amassed quite the collection of pink dresses and had begun to understand just what beautiful clothes could make me feel. Invincible.
At 13 years old, I received my first diagnosis.
From then, until I was 35, I spent much of my life in hospital. Through chemotherapy, weight loss, weight gain and an emotional rollercoaster that cannot be put into words, fashion was my constant. Half the doctors couldn’t believe how sick I was and yet I still put on my makeup and an outfit and headed into hospital.
It was saving my grace, deflecting all pity and bolstering me with an unshakable confidence.
The hardship I’d endured (and survived) was in no small part due to my love of styling.
If I could get through decades of cancer by focusing on loving myself, no matter my size or how I felt, surely I was obligated to share that gift.
That’s why you find me here, today - spreading the message that confidence is an inside job… that affects everything you do on the outside.
We can heal ourselves in so many ways that aren’t even apparent to us.
Fashion is the first stage to find our internal path to healing. Love the outside, heal the inside.