Your guards are down, it’s time to show up with the understated you. These ideas, these thoughts, these pieces of our emotions are nothing but a bon voyage to the under-emphasized you, the real you and the unreal you. We are welcoming the newborns.
You’ve got colors that still don’t have names. You’ve got marks that will not make you tame. I see the faceless creature, yet so beautifully captivated in a form. I admire the presence of your charm. An idea is born not once, but twice; first, in our minds and then in a physical form.
Our story begins like most of our stories with three women. Three women actively thinking of creating something new, something bold, something they can love, something, something. It wasn’t confusion, it was curiosity of what this time their minds will land them to. Days with Pinterest and nights with discussions, was their routine but never did they ever know what was coming their way.
They landed up with a decision to their destination- Blouses! Not just any form or silhouette, but something that breaks stereotypes, something that pulls the real you and puts it out to the world, something that makes you want to be reborn with its existence. Much like Lord Voldemort from a potion cauldron but, only with a happier outcome.
We were flying and so were our ideas. We spent our time in the shadows of our origin, to understand our real grassroots. And then it happened, it came to us, the inspiration, of what is; as raw, as communal, as real as a Tribal. We saw art, form, scars and beauty in them that is unaffected by the so-called reality, that’s what attracted us to move forward towards a journey that was going to be one hell of a ride! But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself.
Inspiration to design, ideas into actions, thoughts to palpable forms- there was no end to it because they didn’t want to let down what they were trying to conceive. There were days when the fetus was growing apart and days when it was growing in consensus, nights when they were sleeping happily and nights that were spent bringing their ambition to fruition. They fought, they survived and they came out owning the battle!
So, here you are. The eggshells have cracked and there is no way to elope. You are facing your real you. We don’t care how beautifully damaged, you were, we care that you exist with solidarity, now and forever. You want to be a fairy, be one; you want to a mermaid, be one; you want to be a man, be one and this time don’t let people tell you your origin because my darling, you just reincarnated in yourself.
Bless them who come across you!