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 waterbed—just trying to survive middle school.

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

I grew up in the unapologetic 90s—an era that taught me to dream bigger, stand firmer, and own my space without apology. But more importantly, this is who you’re hiring—a girl with a last name that would become her legacy, who learned early on that if I wanted something different, I’d have to break the pattern and move differently.

Because the truth? I wasn’t set up to win.

We didn’t have much—my mom cleaned the homes of people who seemed to have it all. And while their lives felt like another world, I wasn’t just wishing for abundance—I was studying what made people thrive.

At home, things were unstable. My mother was navigating battles of her own, and I learned early that “not waking the monster” was a survival skill. I could feel the tension in a room before a word was spoken. I learned to read energy, anticipate reactions, and adapt—long before I knew these would become the very skills that would shape my life’s work.

But even in the chaos, I knew one thing for sure: I wasn’t going to repeat the cycle.

I didn’t just want out—I wanted better. And that didn’t start with money or luck. It started with me.