Two years after my big move to NYC, I designed a five-piece collection. This little capsule included a silk blouse, a denim tuxedo (the pants were low-rise with a slight boot-cut flare), a basic T-shirt, and The Shirt that started it all. The “look book” itself? It had ten shots in the whole entire thing. I felt great about it,except for the fact that making it wiped out my entire savings. Logically, it made no sense to keep going, but that’s where passion stepped in. And now, two decades later, I still see parts of baby Becky in me: the one that moved with two old suitcases and nowhere to live. The one who had no clue what was coming, but went for it anyway. And you can, too.