Sick and Sexy Brand is a lifestyle brand aimed to be a space to help cultivate the confident badass within everyone with chronic illness or disability.
We are a community that showcase sides of chronic illness that aren't typically seen or talked about. We are a lifestyle brand that demonstrates navigating life with chronic illness.
Feeling sexy isn't just about sex, lust or seduction. It is feeling a way that makes you feel confident and beautiful. It’s bringing out your own badassness, despite your circumstances and obstacles!
We support being comfortable in your own skin and being your authentic self. You should need validation from others regarding your life or your illness. Be you because you are the only you that you have! Chronic illness isn't about comparing yourself with others, who has is worse or being jealous of those who are doing well. Chronic illness and disability isn't a competition. We are all fighting together and should be supporting each other in this community!
Chronic illness and disability does not discriminate and neither do we! We support people of all walks of life.
We welcome people of all races, colors, ethnicities, genders, sexual orientations, religions and beliefs. We need to support each other and Sick and Sexy is a welcoming, safe space.
Sick & Sexy also has every day products for those with chronic illnesses in mind. All of our products have a little sparkle or fun flare! Just because we're sick doesn't mean we aren't sexy and badass!
Natasha N. Graves
Natasha is a photographer, model, writer, blogger (www.myhiddentruths.com), health educator and lover of all things glitter or sparkly. Holding a masters in public health and a masters in business administration, she uses her skills to teach others about the health conditions that she battles and documents her journey with chronic illness. Natasha has been diagnosed with POTS secondary to Sjogren’s Syndrome, among other things of course.
I try to define my life based on the moments when I can put pain aside and let something else feel important. I have a passion and desire to learn and understand about the human body as an attempt to help myself and others. It’s a journey of self discovery in its truest form. My hope is to have a totally inclusive conversation about the good, the bad, and the ugly symptoms and side effects and the best ways we can find to relive them.
Shannon Linford is a 20-something from the Washington, D.C. suburbs who lives with her family, wrangling the two loves of her life, Golden Retrievers named Duke and Casey. She’s lived with various chronic illnesses since she was a child, the primary of which being POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome), depression, and anxiety. Though her symptoms showed up at the age of 10, it wasn’t until she was 20 years old that she received her POTS diagnosis, which led her to joining the Dysautonomia International Patient Advisory Board to promote patient and physician awareness and spread their campaign to end diagnostic delay. She is also passionate about teen and youth outreach in the dysautonomia community and helps lead teen support groups online. Shannon works in retail selling and designing custom t-shirts and has a passion for graphic design and typography. In her spare time, she writes a blog about her adventures with POTS/dysautonomia called “Dysautonothankyou.net”
About 6 years ago I started having symptoms I couldn't understand. Eventually they became more frequent and intense. The big moment of realization was after a 3 day debilitating migraine. After losing my job, I got the medical help I needed, but the only way I could describe the feeling was that #mybrainsparkles. Now I use a cane (pushing my limits like every spoonie), work at the local humane society and talk about my symptoms to others dealing with chronic illness to help spread awareness.
For almost my entire life I have struggled with illness of some kind. From around the age of 10 I can remember having symptoms of POTS and Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. As life moved on my health did not improve. My pain got worse, my dysautonomia became more prevalent, and I began experiencing new symptoms that no one seemed to be able to explain. As we were working toward a diagnosis I suffered a gas embolism during a routine surgery, which left me partially paralyzed. Now I use a walker and wear braces on my legs and hips to keep as much independence as I can. I refuse to hide from life as I am a chronic illness warrior.