You can see one of my earliest artworks below; I don’t have a photo of just the page by itself but I finger painted the entire thing bright red. And scarlet was my favorite crayon.
My grandmother collected glass slippers before she passed; I never met her but every time I would go to my grandfather’s house I would marvel at this red glass slipper (it reminded me of the Ruby slippers from The Wizard of Oz) and the way it caught the sunlight. After he died I kept all of her slippers and her bell collection in my bedroom on the same desk where they had been displayed at his house—and the red one was my favorite still. I kept it apart from all the others. I take it with me everywhere I move.
I have a bright red raincoat. Red is the only lipstick color I wear. I’ve had every hair color but red has always been my favorite and I’m going to continue to stick with it for a long time. I’m currently wearing a red silk nightgown. I may be a green M&M but red is the color of my passion…
Mar 2, 2025
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Actually rainbow. I lovceeee seeing all the colors together. It’s so satisfying.
The color I’m most drawn to at any given time changes. Most of my life it was blue. Then there was the year I painted my room red. I was very yellow for a time (in generally I think I’m a yellow person). Green is always right there waiting for me. Hot pink was it just a year or two ago. Currently I’ve been into shades of purple, which is a first for me.
Mar 2, 2025
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...all shades. Always had an affinity for it.
But my favourite colour gradient I've realised, is the sunset in the Gulf region, it's so soft, kind of dusky grey blue and pastel rainbow hues. I miss it and I love it so so much.
And if I had to pick a dual colour system it's emerald dark marble-y green and a pale salmon-ish pink.
Mar 2, 2025
Red is my favorite color, but its even better when its paired with black. My purse, coat, outfits, hair, nails are almost always this color combo. It just hitsssss
Mar 2, 2025
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“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.”
— Anaïs Nin
This is uncharacteristically raw and personal, even for me, and pretty heavy! I know many of you have seen me posting through it and I feel safe to talk about it openly now that I’ve safely landed at the start of my new life. It’s honestly even a little bit embarrassing but I think it’s important to share.
I’ve never publicly mentioned it on here, but I have a husband; as of Friday, we’d have been together for 11 years, and we’ve been married for 3 years as of 2/22. I realize now that I wanted to explore what I looked like outside of my relationship with him because I had lost that. This is why PI.FYI has been so meaningful to me as a space to express myself and connect with people—to rediscover my voice.
I had been living a lie this entire time, to others but worst of all to myself. He’s been verbally and emotionally abusive, physically but without touching me, to the point that every day I spent with him I was in danger. I’ve been shrinking myself and walking on eggshells to avoid making him insecure and provoking his casual put-downs and fits of rage, while hanging on for dear life to the threads of good I could see.
I’ve wanted so badly to leave, more than anything, but I felt like there was no way out and that this was just something I would need to endure indefinitely—but someone who is so very dear to me helped me see that I have wings to fly, not by acting as my savior but by reminding me of my own power. The emotional safety they built and the gentle care they showed me made me feel like I could open up to them. With their encouragement I was brave enough to tell the truth to my friends, my family, my boss, and they have received me with warm, loving and open arms and rallied to support and protect me. The financial and logistical aspects were the most intimidating to me and it’s going to be tough for a while but I’m going to be better than okay!
Now I’m opening up to you. This isn’t the only abuse I’ve suffered in my life, and my old therapist told me she believed it was my mission to share my strength and light with others to inspire them and show them that change is possible.
I hope that by sharing this, I can reach even just one person who is going through something similar and show that they are not alone, and they are not weak. People with certain backgrounds may be more vulnerable to abuse, but it can happen to anyone. It thrives in darkness, shame, and isolation—and breaking that silence is the first step toward freedom.
Leaving is the scariest thing I have ever done but I have so many angels around me, and I am endlessly grateful. Thank you for being here with me 💌
Mar 16, 2025
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
Feb 23, 2025
Schedule sent my resignation email for the morning, effective immediately ✅💅
Feb 27, 2025