Unveiling Emotionally Dressed: Where Style and Passion Collide

Imagine your house is on fire. Not an ordinary fire but a grease fire-- one that can’t be controlled or contained. These fires spread rapidly, consuming everything in their path. They start in your kitchen that you spent years perfecting, traveling to your living room obliterating every beautiful memory from the walls. The flames storm up the stairs leaving only ashes and dust. But you have made it safely out of the rubble.

I’m no stranger to such fires. My mom was diagnosed with a rare bone cancer. She died in 2021. The following year I found myself completely lost. See where I’m going with this? I’ve faced multiple fires in my life, each one leaving its mark. But through it all, I crawled from the rubble—beaten, tattered, and worn out. Moving to Texas was meant to be my fresh start, a chance to build a new home where I wouldn’t be judged or constrained. It was an act of rebellion, freedom, and hope for a brighter future.

Initially, I was thrilled to be on my own, experiencing life without the scrutiny of others and without anyone trying to guide me. It was liberating—until I realized that I had fallen into a routine of just working and caring for my loyal dog, Lennox. I found myself disappointed, feeling as though I had lost touch with everything I once loved.

“I stopped writing, stopped dreaming, stopped putting together fun outfits, and most importantly, I stopped believing in myself.”

For months, I was in deep denial about my depression. Alone in an unfamiliar city, struggling to keep it all together, I had to face a hard truth: I didn’t have to be stuck forever. The power of change was always in my hands. Over the past few months, I’ve been on a journey to rediscover who I am and what I want out of life.

First, I am a writer at my core. No matter how far I try to run away from it or fixate on other things in my life, writing always draws me back. My mom wanted me to be a nurse because she saw I had a knack for helping people. I also had to quickly burst her bubble because that was never something that I envisioned for myself. Before she passed, she got to read my writing and see the passion behind my words. She understood that writing could be a tool for healing.

Second, I have always had a deep love for all things fashion, style, and beauty. From a young age, I was strutting in my mother’s 90s wedges and smearing my lips with her Queen Latifah lipstick. Helping friends find their perfect outfits, recreating makeup trends, and spending hours on Pinterest and Polyvore (the real ones remember) were some of my favorite activities.

As I continue to grow, I become more adventurous and playful with my style. The clothes we wear tell stories—about where we’ve been and where we’re going. I am thrilled to present my blog, Emotionally Dressed. I’m giving you a front row seat to my life and how I’m using style and beauty to build confidence, share experiences, and cultivate a community.