Pulling on a pair of funky, neon-green spider print tights, I checked myself out in the mirror. I liked it!
At 13 years old, I was learning to accept myself and styling was the best way for me to do so.
Clothing would soon become an expression of who I was.
Pulling on a pair of fairy wings, I headed downstairs to the shock of my family.
They never quite got my look – but I didn’t care. I wanted to discover who I was.
You see, growing up I was a very quiet and shy child.
I had acne and glasses – and as a result of that,at school.
