DRAFT

My name is Julia and my mom thought I was gonna be born a boy. I lived in a world where evil didn’t exist. Or at least I didn’t think it did. Even though I was repeatedly hurt over and over. Then there was isolation. After you realise there’s evil, you try to shield yourself. I think of my clothing as a layer of protection from it. I feel safe in it. My brand is built like I was built. Matter first, design later. An organic, step-by-step process. And in the end, all I wish for is to be present, to exist. With Serotonina running through my veins.

I was her for an evening,
m.martin