LIZ SOKO HEALING

You're insecure because of manipulation not beauty.

I mastered insecurity. I could be as secure as the president, in a prison.

I would say it's partially because of my neurodivergent mind. And partially because I'm an Aries. The line I walk is very thin. It's meticulous and authentic.

They want a brand that carries visual aesthetic but not politics. That's not how it works.

Maybe for beauty products - it's that simple. Business is very political.

They want me to be an influencer / model and not to have my own vision. It might be a bad look. I never look bad and I never feel bad. I always win.

My brand image keeps flourishing. And if people want to join me, they can.

I have something different. A whole different dimension of freedom. My strategies are entirely unexpected. But they're clean and systematic.

I have all the hype in the world but no opportunities. And then it hit me, how smart I am.

I am the opportunity giver and the opportunity taker. I am the magazine and the model. I am the artist and the gallery. Nobody has ever done that before.

Maybe Coco Chanel.

People with this many branches are rejected everywhere they go.

I knew all of this when I started my project.

I added rejection into the equation. So much so, that it excites me now.

I could easily be on the cover of Maxim or Sports Illustrated. And it would be hot, but it's short lived. It's not a poetry book or a crazy painting with scribbles on the back. It's not a photography portfolio.

Supermodels get short rushes. Artists get long ones.

I know the right people, probably high brow, will pick me up. Liz Soko Healing is, well let me explain...

Liz Soko Healing is a gallery meets healing concept, but done in a normal influencer chic way. It's non-intimidating but punctual. It gets the job done but doesn't put its legs on the table.

It was originally suppposed to be an abstract art project, nameless and free of identity. But I blew up because I'm crazy.

I had to get my truth out there to feel free from the responsibility of carrying their bs.

This moma level work. But I don't care.

I'm more of the event coordinator, partnership coordinator, and flyer designer.

I've had 2 luxury fashion internships, 3 luxury sales roles, and many yoga teaching jobs.

But my business is like this...

It's a circus. Everyday is Burning Man. We have a motley crew of open minded people who don't even want that label. Even that, "It confines me".

I lost my car, all of my money, and got rejected from 3 easy to reach jobs. So I started walking around Staten Island.

I found these crazy architectural genius churches, where I plan to go today. I found Burger King. I found the library and African energy. And I realized I give even less of a f*ck than I thought.

I realized how powerful I am. One day I went to the library and they had nothing. And in two weeks, I came back, and they had the best workshops and dvds.

Our craziness brings us to powerful solutions.

You can really do stuff around here if you get angry enough.

I realized I could complain the same way the managers do.

That I could write without it being a stupid essay.

I'm genuinely autistic. Like, I saved every single art project from second grade. And I still look at them.

Instant coffee with milk is a $7 latte. My hair looks better box dye brown.

My grandma is even crazier than me.

I get free luxury items from people all day long. They just land in my lap.

I'm a Christian gypsy. They don't do authority, only icons and church.

Really, I'm a gypsy from start to finish. I could use more red wine.

Minimalist letters and words heal my mind. And spiritual books.

I never lost this side of myself, my business. I worked on it religiously for 7 years.

Who cares if this succeeds? This is already who I am.

I own this business, somehow.

Liz Soko