My mother—effortlessly stylish. My sisters and I?
Obsessed with shoes. But not just any shoes—statement heels. The kind that make you stand straighter, feel sharper, and walk with purpose. As a little girl, I would slip on my mother’s heels and strut around the house with my sisters, pretending we were on a runway. We’d giggle, pose, and play with her fashion magazines, while I took markers to the pages—editing the designs, reimagining the outfits, and dreaming up my own fashion world. Growing up in Pakistan, the hunt for those perfect pairs always ended in disappointment.
We’d wait until vacations abroad just to stock up.