Tess Hoens

I still remember the first time I saw Tess. It was on Queen's Day at the Noordermarkt, she walked proudly next to her father and had just done a Spanish dance. I believe I had rarely seen such a beautiful girl. Tess stayed. Sometimes in the background, sometimes coming into view through others. Luckily, I was there when she suddenly grew up and took care of our children. And that she tapped me on the shoulder to tell me that her boyfriend opened a gym around the corner from us. Since then, I dutifully exercise three times a week. Anyway: Tess. Always sweet, beautiful, and always with a surprising fashion find.

Her life is amazing, but even for her, there are things that don't quite go as she had hoped. And she wants to write about that. Because there is already enough of a facade and because honesty helps. What it is? She will tell you herself. I am proud of Tess, in whatever form.