When my wife Emma came home in tears, I was stunned. She’s not someone who cries easily, but that day, something had shattered her confidence. She had gone to a high-end lingerie store hoping to apply for a retail position—something she’d always dreamed of. Instead, she was met with cruelty.
According to Emma, the sales assistant barely looked at her before bluntly saying, “You’re not pretty enough for this job.” Just like that, her dream was crushed by a stranger’s harsh judgment. I could see the hurt in Emma’s eyes. She didn’t deserve that.
Emma has always had an amazing sense of fashion. She’s the reason I look sharp most days! Her style is effortless, her eye for trends unmatched. If anyone was perfect for a job in retail fashion, it was her.
Seeing her broken like that filled me with rage. No one has the right to make her—or anyone—feel so small. That night, I knew I couldn’t let this go. I had to do something… and I already had the perfect idea forming in my head.