I remember one evening, I was so excited to show my mum the dress I made. I had spent hours on it. I expected, maybe not a celebration, but at least a “well done.” Instead, she looked at it and said, “This is what you’re doing with your life?”
That thing pain me. It wasn’t even anger — just disappointment. I’ve had moments where I question myself, not because I don’t believe in what I’m doing, but because I feel like I’m fighting alone.
There’s a kind of pain that’s hard to explain — when the people you love the most look at your dream and call it a waste of time.
They don’t understand why I post my work online. They don’t understand why I use my small money to buy fabric. They think fashion is what people do when they have no other option. But to me, it’s purpose.
I don’t blame them. Our parents grew up in survival mode. They want the best for us, but sometimes their “best” and our “calling” don’t align.
So now, I don’t explain too much anymore. I just keep pushing, one dress at a time, one post at a time. I believe in the future I’m building.
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2 hrs agoI remember one evening, I was so excited to show my mum the dress I made. I had spent hours on it. I expected, maybe not a celebration, but at least a “well done.” Instead, she looked at it and said, “This is what you’re doing with your life?”
That thing pain me. It wasn’t even anger — just disappointment. I’ve had moments where I question myself, not because I don’t believe in what I’m doing, but because I feel like I’m fighting alone.
There’s a kind of pain that’s hard to explain — when the people you love the most look at your dream and call it a waste of time.
They don’t understand why I post my work online. They don’t understand why I use my small money to buy fabric. They think fashion is what people do when they have no other option. But to me, it’s purpose.
I don’t blame them. Our parents grew up in survival mode. They want the best for us, but sometimes their “best” and our “calling” don’t align.
So now, I don’t explain too much anymore. I just keep pushing, one dress at a time, one post at a time. I believe in the future I’m building.
If your parents don’t understand your dream, it doesn’t mean you’re wrong. Sometimes you have to walk the road alone, and let your success speak later.
It’s not easy, but it’s worth it.