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I’ve been obsessed with fashion since I was a young girl growing up in a small town outside of Columbus, Ohio. I can remember sitting in my Mother’s closet and staring up at all of the beautiful fabrics with their vibrant colors and silky textures. The smell of cedar and the way those high heels made you feel so powerful and chic, was an aphrodisiac to me. Even at the age of 5, I knew I was interested in very little outside of those closet doors. Sports and boys occupied my soul in High School, and my fashion sense matched what was happening at that time in the 90’s. Part grunge and parts built out of my Father’s plaid shirt collection, I was your typical 14 year old girl. College came right after and my style then resembled more of a  homeless hippie and less of the wannabe tomboy grunge gear that I had been sporting up until then. This was my low maintenance phase of life. Who needs to shower anyway? 24 came and went; ushering in a great sense of awareness. One of my favorite finds was a black Bebe suede skirt I found off season. I wore it well and it fit like a glove. I bought it for 80 dollars (off season) and worked it very successfully for almost two years. By the time I hit 25, my body changed from teenaged girl to a boyish woman. My beautiful suede skirt no longer fit over my hips and my weight “blossomed”. Needless to say, I was devastated. I believe this is truly one of the hardest times in a young girl’s life. It’s a constant search for self identity and fashion is what saved me. It’s during this time period that I found myself. I found my own ideals, my own sense of fashion and discovered what it truly means to be a woman. The right to own every bit of your life and just do you. I no longer dressed for the masses and developed my own true sense of who I wanted to be. Welcome to your thirties…