Picture this: It’s 1989. An awkward, extra 12-year-old girl with 6-inch bangs wearing a neon outfit is playing 90’s hip-hop on a boombox while floating on her water bed, just trying to survive middle school.

That’s me—ya girl. Little Judith, aka Judi Booty Fresh and Fruity.

I grew up in the unapologetic 90s, an era that taught me to dream bigger, hustle harder, and embrace my bright colors without apology.

But more importantly, this is who you’re hiring. A girl, born with the last name that would become her legacy, who learned early on that if I wanted something different, I’d have to do something different—and that meant focusing more on what I did have versus lamenting over what I didn’t.

See, growing up, we didn’t have much—no money, no connections, no safety net. My mom cleaned the homes of people who seemed to have it all, and while their lives felt like another world, it taught me something important: abundance existed, and there was a different way to live.

I started paying attention, dreaming of what it would look like to create safety, magic, and stability for myself—because my reality back then was anything but.  Plus, living with a mother who was navigating her own battles, “not waking the monster” became a survival skill. But even in that chaos, I knew I had something special: my energy. My extra. My light. People were drawn to me, so I leveraged it—to meet people, open doors, and attract opportunities.