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My Race, My Truth, My Family, My Community, My Identity
Being made fun of on the bus is the earliest memory I have of feeling different.
I grew up in a world with Strong Discipline, Working, and Little money.
I grew up in a world with family, love, and a sister.
My little white lie is... I don't feel good enough yet.
Jackie
My truth is evolving.
Being true to myself means being both honest and self-reflective.
Hanging out with friends put a lot of my insecurities to rest.
age 7 is the earliest memory I have of feeling different.
I grew up in a world with caring parents, love, and support.
My truth is Transparent .
Being true to myself means being both When happy or sad and Not trying to fit in.
Hanging out with People who were kind put a lot of my insecurities to rest.