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MEET YOUR HYPEWOMEN

We're Constance & Kate. 

We're sorority sisters and best friends. When we met at a party in 2017, little did we know our two worlds would come together as they did! We started sharing our stories with one another: stories of joy and triumph and stories of pain and frustration. We quickly realized that some of life can be really hard, and figuring out next steps? EVEN HARDER.Yet, regardless of how crazy our daily interactions were, we always knew that with the support of each other and other strong women behind us, we'd be okay.
Fast forward & our visions for the future are nothing short of lofty, and what the hell, we're here for it: we aim to create a vibrant network for powerhouse women with the world at their feet. These women do NOT have it all together all of the time. They have options and the motivation to assess those options and/ or help like-minded women achieve their goals!

Sometimes you just need a sis to hype you up: Yes you're a badass! Yes, you should go for that job! Yes you can rock those heels! 


We want to empower women in their times of need. We want to let women know that they have a network of sisters who want to see them succeed, always.

We hope WereOkay will be your go community for understanding, advice, conversation, and above all else, sisterhood. This is a safe space for us all to talk about our problems, ranging but not limited to: our careers, relationships, sex, college, firsts, lasts, emotions, internships, networking opportunities, etc... We will be real and raw always! Just remember: nothing is too big for you to handle, you have options, and even though it does not feel like it, you're thriving! We're okay.


xo,
đŸ”…Constance & Kate

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