This ones for my real ones. The ones that have followed for years and have wondered WTF happened; why I left my multi-million dollar brand after everything I worked so hard to build. You probably know somethings been off; why I don’t ever say the brand name anymore. It hurts to share this, but y’all paid for the real tea, so buckle up.
You know the story on how I accidentally built a million-dollar brand from a $300 bank account and a sewing machine I could barely operate. For many, it’s a story about money, but for me, it’s the story of how I poured my soul into something beautiful, only to hand it over to someone who torched it like a bad breakup bonfire. I’m not here to name names or cause problems. You deserve to know why I don’t shout out the brand I created anymore, even though I still love every damn headband and hair tie like it’s my own kid.
For legal reasons, this is my personal experience. My story. No blaming or pointing fingers. No names.
But me? I’m a bitch that doesn’t have the nature in her to forgive and forget.