Raised in the leafy landscape of Forest Hill, just south
of the James River in Richmond, there is a distinct,
sun-dappled upbringing in post-Southern Belle, early 2000's Virginia.
Cotillion classes with silk gloves, deviled eggs on Sunday afternoons, white sauce at Mexican restaurants, and March heat waves followed by a light dusting of snow have shaped the foundation of my life story.
Virginia is home but it’s not all I’ve known.
Like many strategists, I discovered a network of bewitched intricacies to unearth as a child with unfettered internet access. Medical footage of scoliosis spinal fusions at age 11, fearing my scoliosis would take a dramatic turn. An unwavering loyalty to the infamous Wattpad 'bad boy’ tag at 15 (and no I'm not on #booktok). And, now at 23, I find myself falling down rabbit holes of long-form YouTube essays, most recently––the aestheticization of poverty.