Who am I?
I am sure that every person reading this right now already asked her- or himself this question. I believe that life is a constant road to finding yourself and in this case the road is actually the goal. I can't tell you who I am or what kind of person I am I can only tell you my story and hope that you can read something in to it. Be careful, what you are going to read is not going to please you in every aspect. There are going to be things you don't understand, things you don't like and thinks you love? stories that will make you cry and stories that will make you laugh and in the end I think you will close this page with a motivation; a motivation to keep fighting, to see the world and humanity in a different kind of way - it's going to be a motivation to live the life you want to live and that makes you happy, eventually.
This is my story.
My story starts in Italy in 1997. I was a long awaited child almost no one believed in anymore. That secured me a very special place in my parents and families hearts. I think this is where my perfectionism comes from: feeling the pressure of being the only one who could make my family proud. My parents are too brilliant engineers who met in Uni. It was love at first sight. That's what they say. I believe them. After a little over two years we moved to Germany. My parents didn't have a lot of money and that was their hope for a brighter future. For all of us. They succeeded. Getting to a new country was hard. I didn't understand anybody and nobody understood me. Nobody listened. I felt like I didn't belong. Eventually I felt that something was wrong with me because I was "different". I acclimatised. I went with it. When my mum started working I was alone. I had to do a lot on my own. I was responsible and independent. I had to be an adult pretty fast. That's why I will always hold on to my inner child. After a year in the US as an exchange student my need to have my parents near me got so big that I decided to get sick so that they would take care of me. I stopped eating. I almost disappeared. I didn't have friends because let's face it who wants to friends with a freak. With a ghost. With the bleeding wrists girl. But I came back. I stood over that. I concentrated on being the perfect girl. Intelligent. Pretty. Secure. Nice. Not for myself. Always for them.
I found friends. And with time, talking to the lady in the chair writing things about me down in her little book I climbed my back into life.
I am not secure. I am not the best in everything. I make so many mistakes. I relapse. But I also love. A lot. People and life.
What do I share?
I am fashion passionate and loving. On here you will find my approach on todays fashion and some personal thoughts about how with fashion we could actually make the world a better place - socially. With no judgement, no boundaries, with equality and love.
Why is this the only violet page?
Because I like it this way. And deep inside I am a girlie girl, if that term should even exist.
