Once upon a time I had a brand…

Two young Black women from Brooklyn who were never afraid of being a work in progress bared their hearts. It was pure and it was love. I’ll forever be proud of what we did and what we will continue to do as individuals. It is a perfectly imperfect work of art and a constant reminder of what I am capable of. With all the constant noise I’m not always at this level of peace and appreciation, but regardless, at 19/20 years old this was the foundation I built for myself. The dedication and sacrifice of time and money, the highs and lows, the struggles and the no’s, the support and the love will forever be apart of who I am.

It literally gives me the chills because how tf did we do that?

And if I can do that, what else can I do? ;)

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