I founded this website in December as a secret side project. I DM’d a couple girls I knew on Instagram and asked if I could interview them about their work. I didn’t think anyone would read it. I started sending emails to women who I thought wouldn’t dare to even entertain the request. I had no website, no brand, I had absolutely nothing of value to offer these successful women and yet, they took a chance on me. They took time out of their busy schedules to sit down with an unknown blogger because they understood my vision and wanted to do what they could do to help me get on my feet.
Each and every woman that has ever sat down to do an interview with me, either over the phone, or over Skype, or over dinner and a glass of chardonnay, has helped me turn this website into what it is today. I am by no means successful, but I do believe that I am well on my way. In the span of 4 and a half months, I’ve interviewed over 100 women, and I have never in my life felt more inspired and destined for greatness. My age isn’t something I normally share - in fact, I spend a great deal of time trying to hide it. I think it’s time I just come out and say it. Today, I turn 19 years old. Now, this is by no means a secret, but for some reason, I’ve been made to feel ashamed of this. As someone who was born in the last stretch of the 20th century, I don’t have the experience that any of the women featured on my own website might have. I have never interned for a multi-million dollar media company. I do not have a university degree. I have yet to see the bustle of my 20s. But I believe that we all have stories to tell, and thus, here is my story…. raw and unsolicited, meet Kiara Blanchette.
I was 6 years old when I had my first business cards printed using Microsoft Publisher and my home printer. Having been left alone with my dad's laptop, I used a template to print my name in bright fuchsia point 37 Comic Sans on cardstock. Letterhead came next, followed by brochures, and soon enough, I had a coordinating set of hot pink promotional literature. I didn't know what it meant or how to pronounce it, but I knew I wanted to be an entrepreneur like my parents. I went on to start many a business in my day, from VHS tapes and lemonade to selling confections freshly baked in my Easy Bake Oven (at a 20% retail markup of course).
My extensive knowledge of Microsoft Office templates came in handy at 8 years old when I started charging $20 to make professional resumes and craft cover letters - I was responsible for many successful job applications, believe it or not. When I was 13, I decided to start my own business (for real this time). I went online and torrented the Harvard School of Business 'Fundamentals of Business' textbook and read it cover to cover. Now armed with a wisp of knowledge and in my mind having been an honorary unofficial Harvard undergrad, I was ready. But as any unofficial Harvard student knows when starting a business, capital is key. Unfortunately for me, I had none. I turned to my laptop and sent my first cold email. 35 cold emails later, I had a contract to receive $5,000 worth of raw materials for research and development from one of the world's largest chemical companies. Just an eloquent 13 year old with a laptop, my business plan in hand, I had found my own alchemy as an entrepreneur.
Now, I can't pinpoint the exact moment I became a writer, but somewhere around my 15th year, I started pumping out bad, angsty poems like it was my job. I never wanted to be a writer, but I knew I wanted to publish a book before I turned 18. 3 years later and a lot of empty space somewhere in there, I published my first book a week before my 18th birthday. I wish there were a more exciting story behind that, but sadly, that's all I have to offer.
Now turning 19, having just published my second book and launched my line of all natural whipped body butters Pur Opulence, here I am.... telling you all my story for a change. Not because I think I'm successful, but because I'm on my way. You won't notice it when it surrounds you, but right now, you are moving forward silently through time. You are constantly arriving.
Thank you to the thousands of you who read this website and thank you for helping me share the stories of women around the world who are doing great things.