Where it all Began

My Story, in a Nutshell:

The 2011 Family Dinner:

I was ten years old. The waiter set a shining bowl of chocolate moose in front of me, and I dug in, instantly feeling a tickle in my throat. I ignored it. I didn’t have any food allergies at the time so the feeling was foreign to me, but soon I was gasping. My hands were shaking, my throat was closing, and for the first time in my life, I couldn’t breathe.

 

The 2011 Family Dinner:

My first allergy attack.

 

The Allergy Bag:

I felt like every week a new food allergy emerged, and I had the EpiPen bruises to prove it. Nuts in tea, coconut oil in vitamins, sesame seeds sprinkled over burgers- my new food allergies hid in the most unlikely places and the fear of their presence was draining. My life had taken an unexpected turn, which required me and my family to learn and cope with my allergies quickly and effectively. Soon, the allergy bag became my newest and least favorite accessory and food labels became my independent reading. I felt unlucky.

 

The Allergy Bag:

The only accessory I never wanted.

 

The Curiosity:

Yet as time went by, my allergies became manageable. I used the EpiPen significantly less, my fears were diminishing, and I felt confident and knowledgeable about my allergies, and so did my family. The process was exhausting and diminishing, but I knew I wasn’t the only one who had struggled, I knew that others were still struggling to adapt to their allergies and I wanted to help.

 

The Curiosity:

The beginning of something Epic.

 

Something Epic:

Ever since I was little I knew I loved art, and ever since I was 10 I knew I had food allergies. Although at first, the two elements seemed completely independent of one another, I knew that art and allergies had both shaped me into becoming the girl I am today. With this in mind, I decided that the very elements that shaped who I am would be crucial elements in shaping my initiative to make a difference.

It all came together one summer day when I was sitting on a plane and noticed a slight stain on my jeans that just would not come out. After concluding that the most effective way to manage the stain must be to paint over it, I got excited. The rest of that plane ride I imagined my first pair of jeans. I imagined the design and the colors. I imagined wearing them. I imagined making my friends jeans too. I imagined selling them… and then I imagined making a difference. Little did I know that I had imagined Epic Rose.