Exploring the dark side of fashion and exposing it’s haute couture’s polluting, unforgiving, cheap chic cousin: fast fashion.
One of the hardest things in life to learn is that it’s okay to cry. At least for me, crying (especially in front of people) is one of the most difficult things to do. What can I say, I bottle things up. I let all of my feelings take up so much space in my mind there isn’t room for much else.
For most of my life I have felt discomfort calling myself a woman, it never sits right in my mouth and I always feel a heaviness when referring myself as such. I thought that if I was not a woman, I had to be a man.
I will say, if it weren’t for the recent discussion around it, I would still be lost in my own thoughts of who I am and how to identify myself.
Throughout history, we see women being robbed of their choices to express themselves in the way they want to.