I grew up being reminded who I was. I can hear my momma now telling me the stories of where I came from. I was taught to stand for something regardless to what the crowd thinks. I was encouraged to go against the grain if my heart led me to do so. I was pushed to speak up for myself and love every part of me. Yes, every brown part.
So early on I fell. Yes, I fell in love with me. This love caused me to thrive and to lead in such a way where there was nothing I could not do. Whatever goal I set for myself I accomplished it. I grew accustomed to being comfort in doing me.
My first door of acceptance: Being queer in a heterosexual world.
