one day the world will wake up and realize how hard i have fought the last eight years to see not only myself but other alternative black (and alt fat and black) people in the fashion industry. this shit is not performative to me. i’ve wanted to be a fashion designer since i was a child and i’ve wanted to model since i was a teenager. i’m really the underground princess because ur favs know me, they just pretend they don’t and i get treated like i’m delusional and “don’t try hard enough.” i’ve been called bitter for saying alternative fat women are left out while smaller fat models are booked for everything while being silent on the mistreatment and erasure of the models that look like me that inspire just as much. i’ve allowed so many people to water me down over the years and i’ve became known as a “shitposter” instead of who i am and have never stopped being. i’m a fat black alternative model (and now designer) and i’ve never given up on myself. i get so many messages from girls younger than me asking me how i “did” it. my answer is always “according to the world i haven’t done anything yet. so just believe in yourself and don’t give up even if it feels like you’re getting nowhere”. one day i will feel like someone. i know i’m someone. and i see my worth. the day it financially pays off and the day i get the flowers i deserve will be the real day i feel it though. little ole me designed a very very me collection with @shoptunnelvision and i don’t think anyone realizes how important and special this was (and still is) to me. cried to all of my close friends about how scared i was. “i want the world to see what i’m capable of and who i am” ofc people are still sleeping but i’m insanely proud. from sizes xxs-7xl and booking models for almost each size without lying about the sizes they’re wearing to seem inclusive. it’s what i always wanted to see but never got. all caps when you spell the girl name.