black sartorialism

It happens to everyone, slowly or sometimes suddenly; you grow up and find out who you are, what you want, and then realize that people you’ve known all your life don’t respect who, and what, you’ve made of yourself. You slow down, give your loyalties more cautiously, and find yourself moving on.

These roses are for the loved ones, kind hands, counsellors, colleagues and friends who have helped me through the dark times.

Who have loved on me, diligently even when I didn’t know how to accept it.

Who allow me to be myself, undisguised and don’t run for the hills.

Who support and grow with me, instead of wanting me to stay the same, because it makes them comfortable.

You are gifts to me 365 days of the year and I hope you know who you are.

My undying love and gratitude to you all,