




Fashion has always been a fiercely loyal companion of mine. She was standing over me when I told my mom I never wanted to wear jeans because the rough waists were uncomfortable. Despite that silly notion, she remained beside me, smiling in approval as I twirled around in the numerous creations my mom had sewn for me- birthday outfits, holiday dresses, Halloween costumes, even my junior high school graduation dress. In high school and college, she watched from a slightly farther distance behind me as I discovered my own fashion sense, made my own mistakes, and picked myself up from the trends that fortunately never left me with any fashion scars- and the reason why I don’t have them is because fashion doesn’t define me and she’s always known that. And now, in present day, she’s at my side letting me be as unbelievably whatever the hell I want to be as I want- and in a style that matches this free thinking. Wrecked Stellar is a document of this.
