My Biggest Flex

is I am exactly who I say I am—and I don’t have to fake shit.

There was a time when I tried to be palatable.

When I tweaked my tone, played nice, said just enough to seem bold—but not so much it made anyone uncomfortable. When I dressed like I had it together, performed clarity while secretly spiraling. When I wanted to be seen but also liked. Approved of. Accepted.

But here’s the thing about trying to be everything to everyone: you lose yourself in the edit.

And once you’ve burned it all down—once you’ve let go of needing to be digestible—you realize: The real flex isn’t what you build. It’s that you build it without faking a thing.

Split Screens & Full Exposure

If you know me, you know I went all in last fall. I said what I meant, stood where I stood, and didn’t water any of it down. I got loud. Online. Unfiltered. Some people unfollowed. Others whispered. Some still haven’t looked me in the eye since.

And yeah—there’ve been moments I’ve wondered, Did I take it too far? Because at the end of the day, I’m building a high-end luxury brand. A world of sensuality, restraint, timelessness. BRÛLÉ is about elegance. Mystery. Depth. It's not chaos.

But the more I sat with that tension, the more I realized it’s not a contradiction—it’s a duality. And I hold both. Flawlessly.

I have my show with Courtney—Gone Rogue—and it’s exactly what it sounds like. Two women. Microphones. Full honesty. Sometimes it’s politics. Sometimes it’s the last time I had sex. Sometimes it’s just everything no one else says out loud.

And yet—it’s all me.

I also have this—the KB Report. My Substack. The reflection point. The pullback. The deeper cut.

And then I have BRÛLÉ. The slow burn. The knowing. The work of my hands, my eye, my instinct.

None of these pieces are a performance. They’re all me. And my biggest flex? I’m no longer editing one to protect the other.

The Fire Wasn't the End—It Was the Filter

To get here, I had to let things burn.

Friendships that couldn’t hold my truth. Business partnerships that weren’t aligned.
Versions of me that wanted to be accepted more than they wanted to be authentic.I walked through the fire, and instead of running from it—I let it clear everything that wasn’t real. That wasn’t ready to rise with me. That couldn’t follow me into this next level.

And it wasn’t always graceful. I’ve been the villain in someone’s story. I’ve made mistakes. I’ve said things and meant them—and then evolved. But I’ve done it all without pretending to be someone I’m not.

And now? There’s peace in that. There’s confidence in knowing that when people talk about me, at least they’re talking about the real me.

Who I Am (Unfiltered)

I’m bold. I’m blunt. I like a glass of wine and a damn good rant.
I crave elegance, but I also crave honesty.
I’m a Gemini moon—I change my mind, then change it again.
I go deep. I move fast. I let God reroute me without notice.
And still—I create with intention. I curate with precision.

And I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m not everyone’s cup of tea. I’m not meant to be. What I am—is exactly who I say I am.

Whether I’m designing a drop for BRÛLÉ, recording an off-the-cuff episode with Courtney, or writing a post like this... it’s all coming from the same place.

This is the work: integration. Not trying to keep it all separate. Letting the world see the whole thing.

Let Them Talk

You want to build something real? Stop editing the parts of you that people won’t understand. Let them talk. Let them wonder. Let them spiral in a group chat.
What matters is that you know who you are—and that every part of your world reflects it.

People will feel it. Even the ones who don’t get you. Because clarity is louder than strategy. And alignment is stronger than approval.

And Here’s the Part For You

If you’re navigating a transition right now—if you're building something, letting something go, or just feeling split between two identities—ask yourself this:

What if your power isn’t in picking one?
What if your power is in becoming the person who can hold all of it—loud and soft, refined and raw, strategic and honest—without apology?

That’s the flex.

Let the world catch up.

X,

KB