3 lbs 9 oz &
written off.

I should not be here. When I entered this world as the 7th of 11 children, weighing 3 lbs 9 oz, the medical professionals were not hopeful. My mother refused that narrative. She took me to the church, not as a last resort, but as a first response. A community of faith gathered around a tiny life and prayed. I am here today because of the power of God and the fabric of community that refused to let go.

But surviving is not the same as thriving. I grew up knowing I was a miracle and carrying something else quietly. A skin condition I could not hide and could not explain. The teasing started early. The stares followed me into rooms. And over time, I began to believe what they said. I shrank. Not physically but emotionally and spiritually. I overcompensated by working harder than everyone around me, pouring into roles and people, not because I was flourishing, but because I was trying to prove I was worth the space I was taking up.

I spent years walking in shoes that were never mine. I knew I was called to something more. I could feel it. But low self-esteem has a way of making your calling feel like it belongs to someone else. Someone more polished. More deserving. So I wandered, serving quietly, mentoring unofficially, pouring out long before I had a name for any of it.

Then came the shift. I stopped asking "what am I supposed to do?" and started asking "who am I supposed to help?" The answer was clear. Women who are exactly where I was. Women who survived something. Women walking in the wrong shoes, or standing still because they don't believe any shoes were made for them.

That is when WOVEN was born. Not as a business idea. As a calling. My name, Penny, comes from Penelope, which means weaver. It was written into my story before I knew it. The 7th child. The 7 pillars. The 7 signs. God doesn't waste a number. He doesn't waste a wound. He does not waste a story.

And somewhere inside you, there is a pair of shoes with your name on them. Let's help you find them.