At 31, I have finally learned the art of embracing who I am AND why I am the way I am. I embrace my entire story, the ups and downs and I celebrate the in’s and outs. I think for the first time in my life, I am being authentic; daring to love my own story. When I paint or write, a special kind of magic fires me up because I know who I am. There’s no shame. Creativity has allowed me to heal.