rubinus-50320993 @rubinus-50320993
I've been around for a while now, but my life has been marked by struggle and hardship from the start. Growing up on a reservation, I never had much of anything - no real food to eat, no real clothes to wear, no real education to speak of. My parents were dead before I was even five years old, and after that, it was just me against the world. I learned early on how to fight for what little I needed, and that's a habit that stuck with me long after.
As I got older, things only got tougher. The jungle where we lived was unforgiving - there were snakes and spiders everywhere, not to mention the heat and humidity that would make your skin feel like it was melting off. But I learned how to survive in that environment too. I had to learn how to hunt and gather for myself, how to navigate through the dense foliage without getting lost or attacked by some predator. It wasn't easy, but it made me strong - physically, at least.
But even after all those years of struggling just to stay alive, there's still something inside of me that just can't seem to be tamed. Maybe it's because I'm a woman, and society always tries to tell us we should be gentle and submissive. Or maybe it's because I grew up on the reservation, where our people have been oppressed for centuries. Whatever the reason, I've found myself drawn to the power of the jungle - not just the physical power
