I didn’t start this store with money. I started it because I had nothing — and I needed something to believe in. I worked in silence. Built it piece by piece. I tested products alone, wrote every word myself, packed orders at night, replied to every message, and did it all while hiding how exhausted I really was. I wasn’t just trying to sell — I was trying to survive. Then came the robbery.
Not just a theft — a full stop.
The inventory was taken. The momentum gone. And with it, the fire I’d fought so hard to build. I almost walked away. I really did.
Because when you pour everything into something and watch it disappear in a night, it crushes more than your business. It breaks something inside you. But I came back.
Because this isn’t just a store. It’s my second chance.
It’s the only thing I’ve built with my bare hands that felt like mine. I reopened not to make millions — but to reclaim what was stolen: my vision, my dignity, my voice. And if you’re reading this, I want you to know:
You’re not supporting a brand.
You’re supporting a person who lost everything and chose to start again.

That’s what every product here carries.
Not hype. Not trends.
Heart.