If you ever asked me, “If you were to be reborn as an animal, what would you be?” — I’d always say a bird. It wasn’t just about flying. It was about wings. The freedom, the lightness, the quiet strength of it.
The funny thing is, I have a fear of heights. The kind that makes my heart race and my knees go weak on glass-floored walkways 100 stories up. I feel it even when I’m diving — not in open water, but in wreck dives or deep pools where the depth suddenly feels like falling. The fear is always the same: a vast, quiet emptiness around me. A kind of dream-like dread I used to interpret as “flying”.
That’s where it all started. My love for wings was, in many ways, my way of dealing with fear — of wanting to rise above it. At first, I thought I wanted to be a bird. But one day, watching a Victoria’s Secret fashion show (yes, that one), it hit me: what I really loved were wings — symbolic, bold, unapologetically dramatic. I wanted to fly.
That’s why I chose the name Sky.
”My love for wings is to overcome my fear of heights to fly high in to the sky
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