It all began on an ordinary night — the kind where you’re half bored, half lost in the endless scroll of Instagram. And then… it happened.

I saw those posters. Bold. Powerful. Designed with a kind of magic I couldn’t explain. My heart actually skipped.

“People create this? Maybe… I can too.”

That tiny spark became a flame.I threw myself into YouTube tutorials like a man possessed. Hours turned into days, days into months. Adobe Illustrator became my escape, my obsession, my entire world.Then — just when I felt like I was finally improving — my laptop died. No warning, no mercy.

Everything went black.

And for a moment… so did my hopes.But something inside me refused to quit. I scraped together everything I had and bought a computer. If passion demanded sacrifice, I was ready.I kept posting my designs on Instagram. One day, I got my first client. I was excited, nervous, clueless — and he ghosted me before we even started.
It felt embarrassing. Like my first real chance had slipped right through my fingers.But I didn’t stop.A month later, a new client messaged me for T-shirt designs. I sold him two. Then another client came — and I sold five more.
Suddenly, the idea hit me like a punch of adrenaline:“Why am I designing for others when I can build something of my own?”That was the moment the dream of my own clothing brand was born.I spoke to every manufacturer I could find. Four, five — none felt right. Finally, I chose one. I thought I had found someone I could trust.

But that decision?It almost broke me.

I handed over all the files. He promised delivery in 10 days.
But when I walked into his office after those 10 days…
He hadn’t even started.
Still, I gave him more time.
Twenty days later, he showed me one sample — the wrong placement, the wrong size, everything wrong.I told him I wanted to cancel.
He refused to return my advance.
Two, three hours of arguing… my voice broke, my patience broke — but he didn’t.I felt trapped. Frustrated. Angry.
And yet, I said the only thing that made sense in that moment:
“Fine. Start again. Do it properly.”Another month passed.
Three more samples.
Three more disappointments.
Three more nights where I questioned if I should just give up.But then… finally…
After all the mistakes, delays, and stress — the perfect T-shirt came into my hands.That was the moment I knew:
This wasn’t just a T-shirt.
It was proof — that I had survived every setback, every failure, every moment that tried to break me.And with that single T-shirt, I launched my first collection…
the beginning of my own brand.