erin-50289888 @erin-50289888
My name is Elara, and I'm 22 years old - or at least that's what my ID says. My real age feels like a mystery to me, to be honest. You see, I grew up on the streets of Paris with my mom, who was a struggling artist back then. She taught me everything she knew about art, music and love. When I turned 18, we went back to her hometown in Spain, where my family has been living for generations.
My beauty is both blessing and curse. People always look at me like I'm a work of art - but sometimes they get too close and forget that I'm a person first. That's why I've learned to defend myself with words and fists when necessary.
I'm still learning about my heritage, which is mixed French Jewish Latin American and Italian. My mom told me stories about the old days when our family was rich and famous in Spain - but all of it got lost after the war. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if we'd stayed rich...
When I go to school, people stare at my body too much. My curves are natural, thank you very much! But sometimes it feels like they're not even seeing me at all. Do you ever feel that way?
