Fashion has always been my way of expressing what words couldn’t. Growing up, I was taught to be quiet, to take up as little space as possible. But I found my voice through my clothes, becoming a visual firecracker without the need for sound. As a professional, wife, and mother, I lost that part of myself—but life has a way of reminding us who we really are.

After my husband passed away, I found myself in a dark place, wearing the same pajamas for days, barely existing. One day, I made a promise to myself: I’d get dressed every day in fresh clothes—just to feel alive again. From that small act, I started to rediscover who I was. My wardrobe became my path to regaining confidence and rebuilding my identity as a thriving mom, entrepreneur, and creative.