"Isolation back then was making me feel like I had no voice and say in my own life..."
In the MIDDLE of it all…
Who am I?
Who am I? I am more than the black coils that sit atop my head. I am more than the caramel, dipped in sweet honey, coating that I wear. I am more than the purple frames that help me see you. I am more than the small stature that I currently live within. Who am …