like a second skin. in three acts, the woman, the passionate soul, the dreamer reveals herself, one piece at a time.
for a long time, i’ve feared that fame would make me lose myself. but it’s the opposite; day after day, i find myself, i redefine the woman i want to be. i haven’t changed. it’s all about authenticity. i cultivate it, i protect it, i cherish it.
black and white, night and day, happiness and deception… i come alive in opposites. i don’t know balance. it’s dizzying, it’s strong, sometimes it’s too much, but it’s who i am.
“the women before me, their storms, their fights, their victories showed me the way.”
i exist because of those who came before me. these women, their storms, their fights, their victories showed me the way.
it’s now my turn, i hope, to pave the road for the women who will follow me, to create for them a future even brighter than mine. to use my voice as a brush to draw for them the greatest of dreams.