I’ve never been afraid to speak up, show up, or stand out.
Stage? Been there. Microphone? Hand it over. Courtroom, runway, hospital corridor—I’ve walked them all in heels sharper than most people’s instincts.
So when people talk about “overcoming fear,” I nod politely. But the truth is, I’ve always been more afraid of losing the people I love than losing my voice.
I’ve held the hands of too many family members in ICU rooms, sat next to hospice beds, whispered goodbyes I never wanted to say. My fear wasn’t failure. It was finality.
And that kind of fear? You don’t overcome it. You endure it. You carry it while raising kids, running businesses, signing papers, cooking dinner, wiping tears—sometimes theirs, sometimes your own.
You don’t conquer grief or fear of loss. You become someone who moves anyway. Who loves harder, shows up more fully, and turns pain into presence. That’s what Voguegenics was born from—not fear of being seen, but the ache of holding everything together when things fall apart.
So, no—I didn’t “overcome” fear. I turned it into fire.
And if you’re reading this, just know: whatever you’re walking through, you don’t have to “slay” it in some cinematic way. Sometimes it’s enough to just keep walking, eyeliner intact, even when your world’s on fire.
That’s still a glow-up.
That’s still power.
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