I didn’t start this store with money — I started it because I had nothing and needed something to believe in.
I built it piece by piece, testing products alone, writing every word, packing orders at night, answering every message, while hiding how exhausted I was.
I wasn’t just selling — I was surviving.

Then came the robbery.
Not just a theft — a full stop.
The inventory was gone. The momentum, shattered. And with it, a piece of me.
I almost gave up.
Because when you pour everything into something and lose it overnight, it doesn’t just break your business — it breaks you. But I came back.
Not to chase millions.
To reclaim what was stolen: my vision, my dignity, my voice.

If you're reading this, know:
You’re not supporting a brand.
You’re supporting someone who lost everything — and chose to rebuild it, with heart.