Story Time: My Story and reason for being a fashion designer.
When I growing up, I really was a shy kid. I was really friendly to others but I wasnât the type to go up to people and say Hi. I knew at a young age I wanted to do something that helped others somehow. I remember when I was like 6 maybe 7 and I said that I wanted to be a writer or therapist because I felt those things could help people. hahaha! Yet, as a kid, I really loved drawing, boy if you gave me a paper and pencil I would go to town on it. I would draw on the walls, draw on myself, draw on others. People just didnât give me those things eventually because they knew I would go ham on it. I lived the first 5 years in an apartment and boy I loved that complex I felt like I had my friends there, it was like having an extended family. Also, the school I went to I loved it so much as well, I had a lot of friends. I later moved to another place. not too far from the apartments where my family and I lived. Yet, in the eyes of a 5-year-old, it was pretty dang far. When I first started the school near my house, I didnât get close to any kids or teachers. It took me a while to get close to the other kids. You know I still enjoyed art very much, I still drew. I remember I wasnât all that great in my other classes or that I was average when it came to my academics but when I had art class I would receive an excellent for my grade. When I was seven, I had a birthday party and one of my friends at the time gave me a customize letter maker. One day I was watching something on t.v. and it was something to do with fashion. I had that custom letter maker with me. When I started to use it, I didnât use it for creating designs for girls. Thatâs when I started to gain some interest in doing fashion but it was more like a hobby than anything else. I was in 4th grade, so about 9 years old and I was getting chubbier. I hated clothes shopping each I went, my mother didnât make the process fun either it was a chore. So, at this time I was drawing clothes that I wish I could dress like. Then, I did it more frequently and thatâs when I decided I wanted to be a Fashion Designer. I was drawing these girls that had confidence, things that I lacked. I was incredibly shy and didnât see myself as traditionally pretty. I didnât feel like I was smart either. Now that I'm older I see pictures of myself when I was young and I'm like wow the perception of myself was way off. Children donât listen to others love yourself, no matter what. Okay so when I got into high school I really wanted to learn more about fashion, I was ready to be serious about being a fashion designer. So, I did the best with what I got, in the high school that was near me offered magnet programs. One of the programs offered Fashion and Retail Marketing. I met during this time my closest friends in this program but none of them were into fashion as much as I was. When I was 15, I started to take classes on basic sewing. I spent my Saturdayâs sewing, which for a 15-year-old it quite unusual but I really wanted to be a designer. Yet, what I lack was motivation in wanting to sew more but my love to be a designer was stronger, so I tolerated it.  Eventually, I enjoyed it more, to see my final product finished. When I was 17 year, my parents gave me the opportunity to go to Venezuela and learn how to pattern-make. Also, to be with my extended family which I hadnât so much contact with while growing up in the states. I went to a technical school there called the Ince, I believe. Around this time, I also was ready to be brave. I didnât want to be shy anymore, I was so afraid to take a risk. I was just afraid in general about my dreams, my goals and in my persona. I was so sick of myself, I wanted to be adventurous. Yes, while I was in Venezuela it helped me in a way because my mother wasnât there. God bless her soul hahaha she overprotected me and limit me in wanting to explore.(I understand she was doing what she thought was best but it was too much. Itâs okay, though, now that I'm older sheâs admitted she was over-protective, oh my god when she said that. LAWD, I bout had me a heart-attack hahaha. It felt great to hear her say that.) Continuing, when I was in my last year of high school coming back from Venezuela, I was feeling myself. I was confident and just was ready to take on the world. As the year went by of course I calmed down. (Thank goodness) What happened was, I was trying to be a badass when I clearly wasnât.(For example seeking out to try to get an illegal tattoo but girl failed to hook up the connections, total fail) hahaha. At the same time, I became closer to my friends during that year. Some are still my friends today. I, at the time, felt the most myself that Iâve ever felt. I felt genuinely happy and still very confident with who I was. My dream to become a fashion designer was to help people with feeling good about themselves. It helped with my self-esteem and my self-expression. As it was mid-year, as seniorâs, I sent my application to a couple of design schools. The one that I wanted to get in the most Parsons the new school for Design. My dream school. Where people become actual designers, that was the place I needed to go. Some time passed by and I hadnât heard from them. I started to go to technical school as a backup. While I was there, I got my letter from The New School. I was so panicked at the time because I didnât know if I was gonna be able to go or not. I talked to this one woman saying that I couldnât let the opportunity up. Yet, I had nothing prepared for this school. I broke down lol and I thought about seeing if I could get a deferment on my acceptance.Â
Tomorrow, Iâll tell you the other half of the story. My time during Parsons and how my perspective on fashion and in life changed. Thatâs what happens when your expose to many different things.Â
Anyways,Â
Much love,Â
Bredizzle <3Â
Oh by the way if thereâs anyone out there that like to share their story. I would love to read about it.Â