Wearing My Spirit: How Fashion Became My Healing Language
Fashion, to me, has never been just about dressing up, it’s been about returning to myself. In a world that often asks us to harden, to shrink, to perform, I found softness in seams and strength in silhouettes. The moment I began designing, I wasn’t seeking perfection. I was seeking truth.
Every sketch I draw is a whisper from my soul. Every fabric I choose is a memory, of moonlit streets in Tirana, of golden summers by the sea, of the unspoken stories passed down through the women in my bloodline. I design because I need to. Because beauty is the language I use when words fall short.
I didn’t study fashion at a famous school or launch with a viral collection. My designs began quietly in notebooks, in dreams, in longing. I was searching for something to hold me when the world didn’t. And I found it in the folds of imagined garments.
What I create is more than clothing. It’s wearable healing. My aesthetic blends softness with structure — inspired by Mediterranean femininity, ancestral symbolism, and the ritual of dressing with intention. I believe fashion can be sacred. A slow, deliberate act of claiming your space, your softness, your edge.
My dream? To craft pieces that feel like poetry on skin. To build a brand that uplifts not just the outer appearance, but the inner self. A world where dressing becomes a quiet act of rebellion, a form of self-respect, a ritual you perform just for you.
This blog is a window into that world. I’ll share my sketches, my process, my thoughts on slow fashion, and the inspirations behind my upcoming collections. I want to bring you along — not just as a viewer, but as a witness to this unfolding.
Because I believe we’re all artists of our own becoming.
And this is what it looks like when I wear mine.
