12/05/2026
Adornment is autobiography.
But what do you wear when you’re still figuring out the story?
I have played many roles. The reliable one. The professional. The one who keeps it together. And underneath all of them, a quiet fear of being too much — so I learned to take up less space.
To be easy. Invisible if possible.
At 44 something is loosening in me. Not falling apart — loosening. Like a page that’s been folded too tight for too long, slowly opening back up.
And yes, sometimes when you start to change, the people around you shift in their seats. A comment here. A raised eyebrow there. That’s not very you. Except — what if it is? What if this is exactly me, and I’m only just now brave enough to show it?
I’m not reinventing myself.
I’m just less afraid of what was always there.
If not now, then when?