In France, Elegant Femme came alive in a way I had not expected. The business grew by over 500%
(not a typo.) I was living my dream and women could feel it.
In France, Elegant Femme came alive in a way I had not expected. The business grew by over 500% (not a typo.) I was living my dream and women could feel it.
So I stepped into my next dream, I was accepted into fashion school in Paris.
I went live every day, sharing what it felt like to study at a Paris fashion school, to be fully expressed, to be a woman pursuing something beautiful and not apologizing for it. The women inside the community followed along. It was alive. It was real. It was me without editing.
And then the threatening letters came.
The fashion school believed I was copying them and trying to start my own school. The letters were not kind. Students called me in the middle of the night. I remember one line exactly, "You call yourself an elegant femme." They never looked at my videos, they only assumed. I felt so misunderstood and criticized, it hurt.
So I did what intelligent women do when the cost of being seen feels too high.
I quieted myself.
I dimmed the part that was too much, too visible, too certain of what she wanted.
It worked. The calls stopped. The letters stopped.
And a piece of me went quiet with them.
I want you to know this because every woman I have ever worked with has her own version of this moment. The moment the cost of being fully seen felt too high. The moment she made herself a little smaller so the threat would pass.
That quieting has a price. And it is always paid in wealth.
That quieting has a price.
And it is always paid in wealth.
That quieting has a price.
And it is always paid in wealth.