My great-great-grandmother was able to come to the United States thanks to fashion.

She was a dress maker. And through her craft, she cobbled together enough money to bring herself and three young daughters to Boston after her husband died.

Even though they were poor and lived in Roxbury, the girls always looked stunning. 

What they wore, the dresses they made with their own hands, was an advertisement for their business.

I never knew why I cared so much about each outfit I put on. Or why my moth...
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