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OUR MANTRA

Whenever we lose our way, I come here. 
Back to this. 
This is the soul space of Khòlò and it starts with you. 

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Hey beautiful. 

Yes. You. 

No seriously. You. 

Don't pretend you can't hear us. 
We are calling. YOU. Beautiful. 

Please. Hear it. 
 
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It takes courage to love the body you're in.  
It takes courage to wear what you love. 

I know that. Especially once you've gone up sizes, or those bags under your eyes aren't going anywhere or you just read the latest beauty blogs and learnt about how wrong everything about you is. 

IT IS NOT. 

EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. TODAY. AS IT IS. IS F*CKING RIGHT. 

Try telling me that after I went up a size post baby. All I did for a year was stripes and denim and kicks. I wanted pink. I wanted yellow. I wanted to shine like a dazzling rainbow. I wanted to feel adorned. But I couldn't find anything that felt right. And you know what, I didn't really have that courage either.

I didn't want people to notice me. 😢

BUT THAT SH*T HAD TO CHANGE. 

And so.
 
I spent time with some women I love and adore. 
I changed my Insta feed and stopped following brands and women that made me feel like shit.
I balled up my hands under the table into fists, if a woman was speaking harshly about her body, I CANNOT afford to carry her vibes.
I look at my tummy and saggy boobs with love as often as I can.

And I can’t say, I’ve fully arrived.
But I can say.
I’m well on my way.



So please don’t hold back on happy patterns, short sleeves (or golly even sleeveless!), or on showing your legs if you think they’re pasty.

Just ask yourself one thing (if I may request this from you…):

Do this make me feel happy?

And if it does.
Then F. The Rest.


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If there is a fashion label out there, that is LOVING WOMEN JUST AS THEY ARE, vs. MAKING THEM FEEL LIKE SHIT, then I'm in. 

You loving you, is us doing our job right. 

If we’re ever famous for one thing, I want it to be this.

For loving you, the way your bestie would. 

xx