One of the things I remember from childhood was being told, “You are smart and beautiful”. Mostly by my mother Carmen, aunt Irma and sister Stephanie. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought about me. Nobody is smart or beautiful in everybody’s eyes. My world–those closest to me, as a child–believed in me. Those words sunk into my chest. Between them and the sense of safety I found in my home and community, I felt I…
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