I'm forever thinking about balance; the constant struggle between weight and flexibility which enables me to remain upright and steady. At times I feel as though I have no right to recognition, as if I'm toppling over with no conviction to anchor me. Those are the moments when I look to my core to remind me of who I've always been. My style allows me to stay grounded. I weave textures with ideas. I mould into other people and melt into new places. I ask myself, "What do you stand for?" and the answer becomes clear.
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