May 3, 2020

I’ve always felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb, my whole life. Whether I was the only student in my class with an American accent or the only person of color in a room (Whether it be lighter than the rest, or a tad darker). It was hard not to notice how much I stuck out. It became such an important and distinguished part of who I was — how much I stuck out or how much I fit in.