I Didn’t Start with Luck. I Started with Hunger.

Some start with connections.
Others with money.
Others with all the support in the world.

Me? I started with hunger.
Hunger for more.
Hunger for something I couldn’t even define — but I knew it had to exist.

I didn’t have luck.
I didn’t have open doors.
But I had one thing no one could take from me: the ambition to break chains.

While they laughed and said “it won’t work,” I kept working.
In silence.
In the dark.
Without needing approval.

Today I don’t sell clothes.
I sell proof that hunger takes you further than luck ever will.
If you’re made of the same stuff, you’re in the right place.