Sovereignty Catalyst • Word Witch • Creative Provocateur • Author

Has anyone ever tried to convince you that fashion was frivolous? That self-expression through clothes or makeup or accessories was a waste of time? That your selfies were a desperate grasp for validation? That feeling beautiful or just good in your own skin wasn’t a worthy pursuit? To heck with that. Your ways of living into the wholeness of yourself — clothes and makeup and shoes and perfume and whatever else makes your outside feel like it matches your insides — are a fierce and authentic way of embodying your inherent charisma. Of calling in the people who get you, of caring less and showcasing your enviable moxie, of taking up space in this world. And you, my dear human, deserve to take up so much space in this world. So go ahead. Rock the out with your bad self. And look fine doing it. I’m not talking fine by some unrealistic and dangerous industry or culturally defined beauty narrative. I’m talking fine like you owning your life & your skin & the totality of you. I’m talking fine like wearing the clothes that bring a swagger to your step when you walk into the room so I can’t help but stare. I’m talking fine like taking yourself a whole lot less seriously. I’m talking fine like painting your lips red & showing a lot of skin or covering everything & leaving me guessing at the mystery of it all. I’m talking fine like you, entire. Nothing shrinking into the shadows. Owning the room & the space and my eyes. And knowing it.