The Lights Are On, and I’m Still Listening

Fashion Week is happening now.

The runway is alive. The lights are sharp. The silhouettes are speaking before anyone says a word.

And I love it!

I love the anticipation before the first look walks out.
I love the craftsmanship that moves like choreography.
I love the way fabric can shift a room’s energy in seconds.
I love watching designers translate ideas into structure, movement, and mood.

The runway has always felt like a language to me. A declaration. A study in power.

And while the shows are unfolding, I’m in the studio working on Episode 1 of Fashion Talk with That Fashion Chick.

Different stage. Same love.

Because before I ever had a mic, I had margins filled with sketches.
Before I had a platform, I had curiosity.
Before I talked chic, I watched the runway like it was scripture.

So yes, I’m busy building this podcast.
Yes, I’m shaping something intimate and intentional.
But don’t get it twisted… I’m still tuned in.

And while the industry presents what’s next,

I’m reflecting on what shaped me — and how it all connects.

Episode 1 is on the way.
What didn’t fit was the beginning.

The runway inspired the dream.
The podcast continues the dialogue. 💫

What Didn’t Fit Was the Beginning

 

Episode 1   is almost here. 🎙️✨

Fashion Talk with That Fashion Chick is stepping into its first chapter, The Fabric That Didn’t Quite Fit .

This isn’t just about clothes.

It’s about identity.

It’s about the moments we shrink… and the moment we decide not to.

We talk chic. We talk truth. We talk evolution.

This style diary? It’s personal. And it’s just the beginning. 💫

💬Stay tuned. (My own lane)

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You Saw a Mannequin. I Built a Door.

This day, I stopped curating my survival and started projecting the ideology of personal style.

The TFC Metaverse is not a mirror.

It is a projection.

If you’ve been waiting for permission to stop shrinking, this is it.

Not a dispatch. A detonation.

Some will see a mannequin. The rest will recognize a door.

The choice is yours.

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The video is HERE ( TFC Metaverse) 

This Isn’t Content. 💎I scratched my own name off their contract

 

✨Stay tuned.

Not dramatic. Just steady.

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👩🏽‍🎨Trust the process #tfcpodcast

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A Follow-up Post to: 

💎I scratched my own name off their contract

Perfection is a process.

Nobody really talks about the editing.

They celebrate the launch. The polished visuals. The “this is genius” comments. The finished thing sitting pretty on a feed like it just arrived that way.

It’s rereading the same paragraph five times and wondering if you’ve said too much… or not enough.

It’s highlighting whole sections and pressing delete, even when those sentences felt like they cost you something to write.

Sometimes editing feels like betrayal.

You cut the line you loved most.

You remove the metaphor that made you feel clever.

You tighten the story until it breathes differently.

And you sit there thinking, Was the first version better? Was I more honest before I trimmed it down?

That’s the second-guessing nobody sees.

Editing is standing naked in front of a mirror and deciding which parts of yourself to cover. I wrote a line about how lonely this felt. Then I deleted it because I didn’t want you to think I was weak. That’s the wrestling. Not clarity over impressiveness it's honesty over armor.

But here’s the truth: editing is not erasing yourself. It’s revealing yourself.

It’s sculpting. You start with a block of everything you feel and chip away until the shape underneath can actually stand. 

The cuts hurt because they matter.

The revisions sting because you care.

The doubt shows up because growth is loud before it becomes quiet confidence.

Editing teaches patience. It teaches restraint. It teaches you that first drafts are emotion and second drafts are intention.

And somewhere between the fourth read-through and the final save, something shifts.

The piece feels lighter.

Cleaner.

True.

Not perfect.

Just aligned.

That’s when you know you didn’t edit to impress. You edited to communicate. You honored the work enough to challenge it.

So if you’re in the middle of your own creative mess right now, staring at something that doesn’t feel finished, stay there a little longer. Let it stretch you. Let it frustrate you. Let it refine you.

Perfection is not the absence of flaws. It’s the courage to refine until what remains feels honest.

The late nights will pass.

The doubts will soften.

The cuts will make sense.

And one day you’ll look at something you created and realize the editing didn’t shrink you.

It sharpened you. ✨

Stay tuned.

💬Our Signature Style 2026 & Beyond!✨