From a middle-class family full of positive intent and dignity. A single mother's sacrifice allowed her to live with style and grace. An absent father full of magic tricks, a relationship filled with broken promises. Relentlessly drunk in love (pun intended), his demons would haunt her spirit. One day you see him, the next year you don't. The Deja Vu of his Cirque du Soleil disappearing act left her to pick up the pieces after every goodbye. Through his darkness he would gift her light. Never allowing his absence and addiction to cripple her growth nor undervalue his worth.
Girls disliked and envied what they didn’t understand. The girl always with the guys, refusing high heels and make-up; embracing her unlikeliness. Heated debates on the best rappers alive, slap boxing on subway cars, and obsessing over basketball predictions made her a rare breed. The greatest wing woman of all time, her guys would rely on her presence to soften their approach. Bare witnessing the evolution of boys to men, they would become her brothers.
The whisper’s and cold shoulders couldn’t penetrate the layers of self-worth she proclaimed. The "tall girl” was rumored to be a fool for turning away a modeling career due to her disdain for makeup and extensive hair processes. Trading fancy bags and expensive shoes for holey meaningful worn-down garbs.
