This is my editor's note from our Spring 2008 issue. Hopefully you will get to know me more through this:
On Resolutions, ‘Mass’ Destruction, and Being Happy
I am what I’ve coined a, “serial miserablist.” I was always a loner at heart, even as a child (the type who prefers to stay in the room while family festivities are going on, although when it came to my friends, I was always game on—typical teenager back then, I suppose). I was raised by a single mom—probably why I get cynical and perplexed, but then again, I am where I am now because of the strength of my mother.
I have met some people trough the course of my lifetime though who make me feel instantly good about myself, because of their terrible heart. I’ve been nitpicking about my body (a hard habit to break, yet knowing that there are people out there who are thinner but have an ugly core anyway, makes me want to stay my robust self ), stressing over family issues, worrying about relatives and friends getting ill, wanting to get involved more with our Foundation—but seeing as I don’t have time to accomplish all these yet, and I’ll bring on an attack of gastritis with this kind of thinking, I have resolved to take it easy. Three tiny words—not even profound—but so difficult to live by.
My husband always tells me to imbibe positivity, but it gets tricky to do so because I get exhausted, and preoccupied with life’s conundrums that I forget that one day, it’ll all be over, and the only thing that matters is how you lived. So ladies and gents, be happy—2008 is already a great year! The future is straight away in high spirits, because I said to myself it is.
I will feel trouble-free, and just have a blast. My New Year’s pledge is to be more optimistic, and to love myself more. As a mother, I do everything for my family, but I am a little hard on myself. I see how fruitful my years have been—and how frighteningly fast and fleeting it all is. Today, I write this letter to all of you, but tomorrow, I don’t even know where I may be. My daughters are growing up before my very eyes, and my husband is budding extra white hairs (and so am I—tears are about to flow now) and I reflect that, eventually, I am going to leave this earth with a bunch of editor’s notes for you all to remember me by, so I want to make each one count. BC will be on its third volume this year, and if you’ll allow us, we will be here for many more.
We are always excited to be working with the greatest fashion models of all time—children—the most candid, cutest people on Earth, decked out in the coolest of the coolest wear. This issue also features the privileged lives of Cayden and Christine Costner –and if you want to take a nibble at those chubby cheeks after reading the story, we can’t blame you.
Enjoy your Spring, and may you have the best coming Mother’s Day yet.
P.S. I have decided to go back to photography. We’ve had an on-and-off love affair that dates back to more or less 13 years ago, and let’s say I took about a decade hiatus. Next, we will be showing a preview of next season’s collections in every issue. Yay! I love fashion forecasts. Lastly, I made email accounts for my kids years back and have been writing to them there, so that when they grow up, they have email love letters from me. Might be something you’d like to start now.
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