How I Found My Way Back to Fashion

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been drawn to style. Even as a kid, I noticed details other people didn’t when it came to art and the creatives. Color, texture, the fine details like how fabric moved, how colors changed the mood, how clothes could make someone carry themselves differently. Fashion always felt natural to me, but it didn’t always feel possible.

My parents were more on the supportive side, even giving me my first sewing machine at the age of 7 where I would create those silly basic pillows stuffed with cotton. As supportive as they were, they always expected me to be a lawyer, contractor, or even a nurse as those were all things they did but also saw a lot of my traits resonating with those fields.

The idea of being an artist or designer sounded unstable, so I pushed that dream aside and decided to take the safe route.

I went into medicine because it made sense, not because it made me feel like myself. It did make me feel accomplished like my mother, since she studied in the medical field, but allowed her creative side to flourish as a hobby.

When COVID happened, everything paused. I had space to think about who I actually was without all the noise and expectations. For the first time, I really asked myself what I wanted, not what I was supposed to do, but what actually made me feel alive. That’s when I realized fashion wasn’t just something I liked. It was the one thing that always felt like home.

I finally stopped questioning it and enrolled at the Savannah College of Art and Design. I never even thought of fashion design being something I'd be able to study and pursue. SCAD opened my eyes to how deep fashion really goes. It’s not just about clothes. It’s about identity, confidence, emotion, and storytelling. Every fitting, every piece I design, every client I style reminds me that this is where I was always meant to be.