Fashion has always been a strong defining element in my life. My interesting fashion sense was a self-identifier. When people think about "Kyanna James" they would see a skinny black girl with different, maybe even good fashion sense. I clinged to this when I was thrown into a space where I culturally couldn’t identify with anyone in the room. But hey at least we can talk about fashion. Small talk.
Fast forward to the end of my first year of University. I thought it would be easier. But it isn’t. Damn, I need something, anything. I go back to what I know, fashion. I look at all the top fashion bloggers and I try to emulate them. I’ll do this, I like fashion. Plus my style has always been under-appreciated.
I’m coming to my second year of blogging and I can’t....
I can’t write, or dress myself or keep up. I don’t want to. Coming to this realization was hard. Does this mean I don’t like fashion? No, I have a deep connection with this art form. However I was erasing a big component of myself.
My blackness. My culture. This rebrand is more than deleting some photos off Insta or un-following my ex- friends. It’s about me finding my true self. It’s about my journey to find my Black Girl Magic.
Y’all in for the ride?