I used to be a small, awkward white boy. Growing up, I never really liked who I was, I always felt like my body wasn’t really my own. It wasn’t until high school when I really realized who I was on the inside. I am a woman. Not just any woman, but a beautiful African American woman. I loved everything about black women, from their beautiful faces all the way down to their amazing, curvy bodies. Also, the lifestyle of a woman seemed much more appealing to me. I really had a love for things like clothing, jewelry, and makeup, but I never had any good experiences with them because I was a boy. That’s when I knew that I needed to do something about it. Read more