I grew up neglected. My parents had enough money to buy me the necessities, but I usually went without. At 11, I was trying to hot-glue my only pair of shorts together so I’d have something to wear to school. I couldn’t ask my parents for anything, and when I outgrew my jeans, I knew dieting would take too long so I just stopped drinking so I’d get dehydrated but have clothes for school for a while.
When I first met my wife, I was underweight and sickly. She quickly fed me up. And then one day she started sewing. She doesn’t want to get into selling but became a very talented designer. Now, she’s made me over 60 dresses.
I was looking at them all hung up one day, and started crying. I realized that I went from having nothing and no love as a child to having love stitched into all my clothes. All these dresses, all just for me.
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