Growing up as a Black girl in London, my love for preppy fashion felt like both a whisper from within and a tension against the world around me. While others blended into the expected, I was drawn to pleated skirts, soft pastels, structured silhouettes, and the quiet elegance of preppy chic. But what felt natural to my spirit was often questioned by those who couldn’t understand it.
There were moments when the stereotypes pressed in—when the looks, comments, and unspoken expectations tried to tell me who I should be. I felt the sting of being misunderstood, the weight of feeling “different,” and the loneliness of seeing my style interpreted through the lens of someone else’s assumptions. At times, I wondered if I should shrink back, mute my creativity, or tuck away the parts of me that didn’t align with what society thought a Black girl should wear.
But God has a gentle way of calling us back to ourselves.
In the quiet places—during prayer, reflection, and the everyday moments where my heart wrestled with identity—I began to understand that my love for preppy fashion wasn’t random. It was an expression of the girl He created me to be: thoughtful, detailed, soft, bold in her own way, and unafraid of elegance. The world around me may have tried to box me in, but God was patiently leading me out of those boxes and into confidence.
Faith taught me that authenticity is worship. That creativity is a gift. That the parts of me I once questioned were actually pieces of His intentional design.
As I leaned into Him, I found the courage to embrace my style fully—not to please others, but to honor the uniqueness He placed inside me. The journey hasn’t always been easy, but it has been beautiful. Every step has been a lesson in grace, identity, and the freedom to show up as myself.
This blog is a reflection of that journey—of the challenges I faced, the victories God carried me through, and the quiet transformation that happened as I learned to stop hiding and start embracing. Today, when I dress in preppy chic, it’s more than fashion. It’s a reminder of God’s faithfulness and a celebration of the girl He lovingly shaped me to be.
