At age 11 I wanted to be a fashion designer.
At age 12 I wanted to be a journalist.
At age 13 I wanted to be a fashion columist.
And now I think I've finally decided on what I want to be when I grow up. I know it would be hard work. I know there's a lot of competition. I know it would be tiring. I know my job would have to go before everything else. Yet it's what I want to be.
I want to be the next Anna Wintour.
I want to be the editor of US Vogue.
I want to go to Conde Nast, then the New York Journalism Institute, then work my way up to the greatest icon in fashion.
It's a massive dream, but if you don't dream big then there's no point in dreaming at all really, is there?