Ugh. This was supposed to be a trend. Not make me emotional. But my eyes are hurting from the tears I’m trying to push back in.
This is my sketch book from 6th grade. I drew for fun when I wasnt doing homework, studying or playing tennis. I designed dresses for my Barbie’s, dance recitals, Halloween, and even my friend’s prom dress later on in high school. All I EVER wanted was to be a fashion designer.
My parents suppressed my dreams, in hopes of saving me from a risky career, but back then, it completely broke our relationship. I felt so lost, hollow, and purposeless. I had so much anger in my heart for them.
I ended up sabotaging myself so I couldn’t take the MCAT, but still graduated with a degree in Biology, lived a short life in corporate fashion, took random Craigslist jobs, was an eBayer for a sec, taught Pilates on YouTube (while they were constantly asking “when are going back to school?”), and now…
I’m just so grateful. I can’t believe I’m getting to live little Cassey’s dream.
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