Hanging out with People who supported me put a lot of my insecurities to rest.

White hatred is the earliest memory I have of feeling different.

I grew up in a world with Segregation, Discrimination , and Fear.

My truth is that the world owes me nothing, and i owe it everything..

Being true to myself means being both kind and powerful.

Hanging out with myself put a lot of my insecurities to rest.

Preschool is the earliest memory I have of feeling different.

I grew up in a world with privilege, love, and a history of mental health problems.

My little white lie is...
I am a racist human being.

My truth is I am happy to be me.

Being true to myself means being both a woman and a mother.

Hanging out with the boys put a lot of my insecurities to rest.