Thought of the Day

I’ve always been obsessed with where I’d go, what I’d do, and how I would live. I never saw a fairytale with the white picket fence, husband and kids. I’ve always harboured a desperate hope that I would make something of myself. I haven’t feared that I might one day find myself in a boutique full of mannequins, clothes I designed, crumbled sketches thrown on the floor and wonder if I ever even lived at all.

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