Fashion, to me, transcends mere clothing; it is a profound form of communication. Each ensemble I choose is a silent greeting, a reflection of my current state of mind, and even an acknowledgment of life’s more challenging moments. Above all, my style embodies a deep appreciation for my personal boundaries and my body, celebrating my personal and professional journey toward self-love and acceptance.
My mother would say my love for fashion began with sequins inspired by Tina Turner, whom I proudly emulated at age four. But I’d argue, that the real fire ignited during my Nordstrom internship. One morning, an assistant buyer walked in with striking crimson hair, wearing a wine-colored fitted cap sleeve scuba dress, a cinched peplum top, and black Christian Louboutin So Kate heels. I never knew women could look like that, but in that moment, I realized fashion isn’t just about clothing; it’s about commanding presence and making even the most confident peers in boardrooms take notice. She entered the room knowing everyone was both intimidated and intrigued by her. Even better, she entered the room knowing what she was — a powerhouse.
Much like life, the outfits that make me happiest are the ones that shouldn’t make sense but do.
There are so many women who influence me daily. My mother is one of them for sure; she loves making Zara stylists guess her age (she’s 70, and you’d never know it) and reminding them that at her age, she can wear whatever she wants. Icons like Doris Day, Cher, Tracee Ellis Ross, Iris Apfel, June Ambrose, and Diane Keaton also inspire me with their unapologetic individuality. In a world where women’s bodies are constantly scrutinized — socially, politically, and silently — the unwavering confidence of these women, untouched by others’ opinions, profoundly inspires me to embrace the same resilience. Their authenticity makes them compelling and honorable. Their styles provoke thought and admiration, teaching us that wearing what makes you feel good is a powerful statement.
No one ever believes me, but I used to wear jeans, purple Chucks, and a t-shirt to class. I’m always trying to remind people that labels and sizes don’t matter, t-shirts and sweatpants are okay, so are designer digs — the real question is, “Does this make me happy?” All of my outfits spark joy within my universe, so much so that I try not to repeat them! I love the idea of creating something that might only happen once in a lifetime. Recently, I remembered I purchased a pink deep V-neck sheer gown with an empire bust, bell sleeves, and a three-foot train. It’s totally impractical, being see-through and ornate, but I realized that if I layered it with a tank top and pants, it could become the perfect undershirt — silly, given the train. Much like life, the outfits that make me happiest are the ones that shouldn’t make sense but do.
Learning to love who I am might be the most difficult journey I’ve ever undertaken, but it has also been the most rewarding. Over time, my style has become a testament to this journey. It’s about embracing my individuality, honoring my personal boundaries, and celebrating my body as it is. Fashion is a way to communicate this self-respect and confidence to the world.
Receiving the Rad Award has affirmed that my journey of self-discovery and acceptance resonates with and inspires others. To be recognized for my audacious, theatrical, and sometimes over-the-top personal style touched my heart in ways I could never have anticipated, and for that, I am truly grateful.
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