Get in where you fit in (or something like that)

I think I’m at the stage where the conforms I've been assigned to are no longer applicable to me. Away from what I’ve known all while in a still new bumbling city rediscovering where I “fit in” I think it’s quite ironic I say this as in my youth I always stood out. In a neighborhood of peers who went to private school and wore designer for sport, I observed how my single income household, bearing three generations compared. Though I was only the second in my family to receive formal education, the wisdom that accompanied this matriarchal dynamic can’t be taught in a lecture.

I never saw a mirror I didn’t like, true… as a multi-ethnic woman gathering my reflection, playing with my curls, and attempting to pinpoint which culture I can attribute my features or what box might society place me in. I love my uniqueness nonetheless, I’m just vividly aware of my form regardless I’m always going to be me.

Something that’s a bit taboo to talk about is the access money has afforded me and the mental awakening that comes with this. When only last year I was prepared to forever be in default on my student loans and how I made peace with surviving on bare minimum health care with the Medicaid my mother’s plan afforded me. Now I’m able to pay for tuition in full for a career that has always been on the back burner of my mind. I’ve come to currently enjoy the experience of holistic practices, medical grade skincare, and full body wellness.

I’m at the end stage now of my rediscovery phase and voila! There is such a thing as being multi-dimensional. In this city of power and politics, the first thing you’re asked is “what do you do?”. As a woman who shows up in rooms always elegant and exuding quiet confidence I get this often, usually after a plethora of compliments and stares, though the more quantifying question will still remain “who are you?”.

You’ll just have to find out…