The Time

For over fifteen years, I’ve worked to contribute, teach, and serve my communities, but I’ve faced challenges that grew out of control. I’m the wrong race, gender, and religion to some, with ideas they don’t like because I speak up when expected to stay quiet. My beauty has sparked jealousy in those obsessed with being first, though I don’t care about that. I’ve shared these struggles publicly because it’s the right thing to do. The structures many cling to—built on outdated biases—are crumbling, and I won’t sink with them. I’m focused on moving forward, not letting petty judgments hold me back.

I’ve questioned whether I could stay in my state or country, feeling out of place for being different and refusing to compete or bully others. But recent shifts have shown me I can succeed. For twenty years, I’ve been a human rights activist, giving voice to women and girls facing abuse and trafficking. My work is for them, not just myself, and I prioritize those in crisis—fleeing war, trapped in abuse—over those who’ve wasted their privilege. The old ways are unstable, but I have the tools to build something solid. I’m moving forward with confidence, and others can either adapt or stay stuck in what’s falling apart.