Mariah Torres

Last night at the was not just fashion, it was affirmation. It was poetry draped in fabric, the sound of resilience in every drum beat, and the glow of generations standing in one room.

It was a living reminder that we are the art,
the muse, and the message.

I had the pleasure of strutting the runway and to me, every step was a prayer, every pose, a love note, every woman, a mirror reflecting grace and glory.

I cried for days leading up to show day, I was so overwhelmed with emotions that I felt like I’ve been carrying for generations. However, through genuine fellowship and black girl gas up commentary, we lifted each up and suddenly my ground was filled with clouds and petals.

To be seen, to be celebrated, to be loved out loud is truly something worth preparing for. That’s the real runways. Such a beautiful love letter to black women.

Om•ni•po•tent

Miss King Kong 😈🤞🏽 🥡🥢🥠