I have to admit, I am quite content with myself. I can see all of my “imperfections” as the pieces to the puzzle that make me… perfect. Loving who we are is something that most people must grow into and learn how to do. It takes time, courage and patience.
I was raised in the suburbs of Pennsylvania. When it was time to go to college, I knew I had to get out of there. I was tired of seeing the same pale faces talking about the same old news, making the same rude comments towards me.