Woven into each and every Dyma garment, there is a story, and behind every statement there is decadence –because whether you are encased in cotton or silk, Dyma represents the luxury of being comfortable with who you really are.

It’s more than a brand; It’s an imprint on my very being. In everything Dyma stands for, you will find a reflection of my passion and my dedication to being beautiful.

You see long before I embarked on my decade long career in fashion, I discovered that Dyma was a vehicle that could motivate me to dream. It was the first grade that I realized that I could go to sleep and live in a totally different world.

I was young, but I realized that dreams were an avenue for me to be different. Though my dreams were both good and bad, every stretch of my imagination allowed me to live a little more fully. It was as if the bad ones would teach me a lesson. They left scars of beauty tattooed across my chest.

Though bad dreams left scars, the good dreams were an elixir to a life that seemed so cruel. Long before I knew what reality would hold, I’d spend nights dreaming I’d find myself lost in a dream world, only to wake up and face the reality of a life that didn’t seem to match my true potential.

I began to realize that I couldn’t sleep forever. So I woke up, and I began to think about making my dreams a reality. From what I knew, things that I wanted only existed on TV or in movies. I had no clue where to begin. This became a downer for me. Instead of searching for the answer inside of me, I began to look at others and their situations to say this is what I wanted for myself. I would then work really hard to put myself in the same position as the other and once I was there I was still unhappy.

I was dreaming about what could be, but struggling with the right now. All these questions led me to believe that I was a failure. I fell into a pit of despair that I couldn’t seem to get out off. It was then that I decided to get into my car and drive it into a concrete building. I felt that there was no other outlet for me. I could not escape my emptiness. I just didn’t want to be here anymore. This was a turning point in my life. Because I failed at taking my own life, I truly understood that I was here, surviving for a reason.

The healing began. I began to spend one on one time with myself everyday. This was very tough for me because I had to deal with the reflection of me, I didn’t even like me. More sad than that i didn’t even know me. Day in and day out I would spend more and more time with me. I would think about all the things I hated about me and write them down. I then began trying to figure out how and if these things could be changed. My list was pretty long. I would check them off when I felt better about them. It was because of this list that i was now able to write down the things that i liked about me. (I had not liked anything about myself in so long that it almost felt vein) As time would pass I began to have those innocent childhood dreams again, but only this time I was awake. Learning to love myself was the biggest check mark of them all. I attract who and what I am and that is greatness. I am spiritually grounded and believe that all is possible if you pray about it. I also understand that my story is someone else’s reality right now and I only hope that sharing with you where I’ve been and where i am will make you revisit your dreams when they were pure and innocent. When you are working on your list and learning to love who you are, share it with a friend. Tell your story because your story is someone else’s reality right now.