My story is but one part of the story of the women who went before me.
I embrace my otherness because so many who went before me did the same and more. They knew that their voices mattered, that they should be counted.
I’ve been to the place where I leave who I am outside of the door to cope but I refuse to do it again. I am other. And that is strength, not weakness. It’s who I am uniquely made to be.