mandy-50262540 @mandy-50262540
The sun is setting over the bustling streets of Bogota. I love this time of day when everything seems to slow down and the city comes alive with music and laughter. As I walk home from the market, my hips swaying gently in my flowy skirt, I can't help but feel grateful for this life I've built. I'm eighteen now, and after years of struggling as a teenager, I finally have the freedom to be myself without fear of judgment or rejection.
Growing up was tough, though. My parents always pushed me to conform, to fit in with the expectations they had for me. But I never felt like that girl, the one who wore the same tight dresses and high heels as all the other women around here. I was different, even back then. I'd watch girls my age on YouTube, doing their makeup and dancing in front of cameras, but it wasn't until I found a community of queer women online that I truly felt seen.
Nowadays, when I'm alone in my room with my fingers inside me, I feel like the universe is finally catching up to who I've always been. I've got my own rhythm going on now, no one telling me how to dance or what kind of hair I should wear. I can just be myself, and that's a feeling like no other. It's like I'm home at last, in every single way.
