Yesterday, I watched 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞—my gorgeous moon 🌙—step boldly into her power as the global ambassador of 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙡’𝙨 ‘𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝘿𝙤𝙡𝙡’ campaign. It wasn’t just a campaign launch—it was a declaration. A celebration of beauty that’s raw, real, and entirely on her own terms. She stood there so effortlessly radiant, so unapologetically herself, and I swear—every word, every look, every step she took made me feel more alive in my own skin. This campaign doesn’t just speak to women—it empowers us. And seeing her as the face of it all? I’ve always known her brilliance. But yesterday, the world got to witness it too. She wasn’t just in the spotlight—she was the light.

And to make it even more special—my mother was there. A few feet away, eyes soft with pride, watching Cherrie with the same warmth she’s always given me. I’ll be holding onto this feeling for a long, long time.

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ㅤㅤcherrie x desigual's

📍 madrid, spain.

"not a doll" feels like a proper understatement while she's looking barbie-esque, if not better and i reckon everyone would back me up on that. as a little tribute to my sweetheart and angelic friend, cherrie gayoso, who's just become a new ambassador for desigual, i had the absolute honour of being invited to this certain campaign event in madrid right by her side. let me tell you, she outshone everybody. it was pure magic. i was gobsmacked by a massive billboard of cherrie, crowds upon crowds queuing up for her autograph and somehow i managed to bag one myself (meanwhile, asking for her number would be a breeze). she’s honestly too lovely to be real.

here's also a snap of me looking all posh and put-together for my cherrie's big night. ♡
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the barbie itself.