RYGAL MAG. VOLUME 1:
- Vivian Azrya
- Aug 22
- 5 min read
THE REINTRODUCTION
Photography, Styling, Creative Direction & Muse: RYA
This is more than a magazine. It’s a reintroduction. A return to the girl I once lost, the woman I am now, and the creative force I’ve always been becoming. RYGAL Mag. Volume 1 isn’t just visuals... it’s voice, it’s healing, it’s art stitched together in poetry and imagery. Every page is a reflection of a journey through being misunderstood, buried, awakened, and finally.... arriving.
This volume is both a mirror and a map: the mirror that shows me who I am, and the map that shows you how I got here.
I never fit into the boxes people tried to place me in. From an early age, I was “different.” The girl they called weird. The one they whispered about, the one who didn’t move the way everyone else moved. On the outside, I carried it well. I refused to shrink or bend to the mold. But on the inside, it planted a quiet seed: maybe I wasn’t enough.
The truth is, I couldn’t change even if I tried. Because what they couldn’t see, and what I hadn’t yet understood, was that I was called beyond understanding. My difference wasn’t my flaw, it was my mark.
Being labeled “weird” was really being labeled chosen. It took years for me to see it that way, but every name they called me was only sharpening me for the name I was meant to live into.
This is where my story begins.
Isaiah 43:1
There’s a quiet ache I’ve carried that most people never knew. I didn’t lose a twin I knew. I lost one I was unknowingly connected to, a presence absorbed into me before I even took my first breath. Growing up, I felt a strange sense of double-ness, as if I carried more than one life inside me, multiple gifts, visions, and personas that seemed layered, almost too vast to name.
It explained the fascination I had with twins, the way I would search for patterns, reflections, and echoes of myself in the world. I couldn’t pinpoint what was missing, only that a piece of me felt absent, like I was whole yet carrying an invisible weight. That emptiness became a subtle thread woven into who I am, a quiet, unspoken part of my story.
Over time, I came to understand that this duality, this unseen loss, was not meant to break me. It gave me depth, perspective, and a sense of wonder for the parts of life most people overlook. In a way, I carry both of us, and that makes my story and my vision richer than I could have imagined.
Isaiah 61:3
There was a season where I kept moving, but I wasn’t really living. I had built something—my brand, my name, my image... that on the outside looked strong. But on the inside, I felt buried.
Buried by the weight of expectations. Buried by the pressure of my own standards. Buried by the fear of stopping long enough to face myself.
I was still breathing, but every inhale felt heavy, like I was stuck in the deep hole I had dug with my own hands. People saw the brand, but few saw the girl who was just going through the motions, holding it all together but secretly needing to unravel.
This was my breaking point. But also, the ground that would prepare me for rebirth.
Psalm 40:2
Everything shifted when I stopped running from myself and sat in the stillness. I faced the pain I had avoided ...the abuse, the family disputes, the cycles that repeated, the weight of purpose pressing against me.
For the first time, I allowed myself to feel it all. To let the tears come, to let the silence speak, to let God show me the patterns behind the pain.
The Awakening wasn’t one moment, it was a series of revelations. I began to see that nothing I went through was wasted. Every wound was preparation. Every cycle was an invitation to break it. Every loss was training me to lead with empathy.
I was waking up to myself, to my truth, and to the assignment over my life.
Romans 5:3-5
Now, I stand here in my truth. Not polished, not pretending, just real.
I don’t share my story for sympathy or attention. I share it because I believe pressure produces purpose. Name-calling became my calling. Broken feelings became my fellowship. Pain became my platform.
This is what RYA is about. It’s not just a brand, it’s me. It’s proof that no matter how buried you feel, no matter what labels they try to stick on you, no matter how much you’ve lost, your story has power.
This is me now: unashamed, awakened, and walking boldly in purpose...
And this is only Volume 1.
2 Timothy 1:7
The Blueprint Isn’t Here
RYA is more than a brand, more than a platform, more than what anyone outside sees or tries to imitate. Its vision, heartbeat and truth. It is a space where individuality is honored, where stories are nurtured, and where purpose is cultivated before it is displayed. Here, we do not chase trends or follow blueprints; we lead with authenticity, with intention, and with a vision that cannot be replicated.
Understanding the mission begins with understanding the individual, just as we do with our talent, our community, and our collaborators. Every voice, every journey, every expression is given room to breathe, to grow, and to rise on its own terms. The heart and voice of others find home here, and RYGAL Mag is the platform where those stories are told, elevated, and celebrated.
Volume 1 was only the beginning, a glimpse into the heart of RYA. The story continues, not for recognition, not for approval, but to illuminate what happens when vision meets truth, when creativity meets courage, and when the individual is honored above all else.
This is RYA. This is what we build. This is the heart, the vision, the stories and RYGAL is the stage where it all comes alive.
And this is only the beginning.
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