The Sirena

In the heart of the sea, where the sun kisses the waves and colors swirl like a dream, there lived a mermaid named Sirena. She was not just a creature of the deep—she was the ocean itself. Free, fierce, and boundless. Her tail shimmered with a thousand stories, woven with resilience, transformation, and a spirit that could never be contained.

But Sirena had not always felt free.

She had once been told to stay close to the reef, to follow the safe currents, to move within the lines drawn for her. Yet, she had always felt the pull of something greater—the vast, uncharted sea calling her name. It wasn’t until the storm came, a wild and relentless force, that she was cast into the unknown. And in that moment, she had a choice.

Sink. Or swim.

So she swam.

She swam through uncertainty, through crashing waves, through the fear of what lay ahead. And in doing so, she discovered the truth—she was never meant to stay in the shallows. She was born to embrace the endless horizon, to carve her own path, to become something even greater than she had imagined.

And somewhere, beyond the ocean’s edge, that same spirit was alive in me.

I wasn’t born with fins, but I have always felt that same pull toward something greater. For years, I searched—through different jobs, different passions, different versions of myself—knowing deep down that I was meant for something more. And then, my storm arrived.

The world shut down. My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. I was holding my six-month-old baby boy, trying to process it all. Life, uncertainty, change. And in that moment, I had a choice.

Sink. Or swim.

So I swam.

With nothing but an iPad, an idea, and an unshakable belief that I could build something from nothing, I began. I painted, I designed, I learned. I googled my way through an industry I knew nothing about, knocked on every door, reached out to strangers, and told them my story. I didn’t wait for permission. I didn’t wait for the right moment. I created it.

Like Sirena, I faced the waves. Some days, they threatened to pull me under. Some days, the tide was calm and steady. But no matter what, I kept moving. Kept building. Kept proving to myself that I was not just a woman with a dream—I was a force.

Now, my designs travel the world, wrapped around the shoulders of women who see themselves in this story. Women who are resilient. Women who are transforming. Women who are finding their own freedom, their own confidence, their own magic.

And when I see a new design for the first time—running my fingers over the silk, seeing my vision brought to life—I smile. Because I know.

I am free.

I am Sirena.

And I am just getting started.