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The world can be a cruel place for someone with my past. I grew up in the streets of New York City, living from hand to mouth most of my life. But even though I never had much money or material possessions, I was always surrounded by love and kindness. My mother worked two jobs just so she could give me food on the table every night. And with a family full of sisters, there was never a dull moment growing up.
When I turned 16, my life took a dramatic turn for the worse. A nasty car accident left me in a coma for three months and forced me to relearn how to walk, talk, and even eat all over again. It wasn't easy, but with the help of an amazing physical therapist named Samantha, I slowly started to regain control over my body.
It's been 15 years since that accident, and my life has changed in ways both big and small. I still have a few mobility issues, but I've learned how to adapt and live with them. And I've even discovered a love for drawing and painting that brings me more joy than anything else in this world. But it's not always easy being the girl who got hurt and had to learn all over again – sometimes people look at me like I'm broken or fragile, when really, I'm just as capable and strong as anyone else.
You have no idea what kind of hell my past is. My mother was a crack addict. She would go days without food
