I find myself being sure that nothing is really wrong with me.

I became so much more comfortable in my own skin and even with the way I look too. I know God is there in the details of my story. I was this bullied little hurt black girl who was born in Brooklyn, New York to a mother that recently graduated from college who was studying to become a nurse. My biological father died when I was about two years old. My mom was this skinny black lady from the Caribbean who wanted the best for her daughter and was always skinny until she had me. I know I can think of things I struggled with from my weight to stress even insomnia but this difficult illness didn’t steal everything from me. I was able to have insight into my illness and that made a difference. I know if I thought of losses I had of like my grandfather and my father even my uncle Johnny my grandmother’s brother died when I was 12 years old. I miss my great aunt Elaine too she died at the age of 86. I really felt closest to my great aunt Elaine but my mother’s family is full of drama and so I never talk about them. I miss my great aunt Sybil too she was 89 years old when she passed and she had a photo on her program at her funeral procession she had on these beautiful eyeglasses that her side of the family my mom’s cousins had chosen a nice photo for her funeral.