Home for me is a multitude of things that shaped me. The picture on the side of me is a picture of my family. I admire them, especially my parents, because my father comes from a very strict "same race" family. He is white and my mother is Hispanic. To make a long story short, my grandmother didn't take too kindly to my mother at first or the idea of their marriage. Them going against what their families wanted because of love shaped my meaning on what true love really means and the lengths it will go.
The photo laying on me is a photo of my grandmother and I when I was younger. My grandmother, whom I called Nani, was the most inspirational person in my life. When my parents were unable to care for me for a portion of my life, my grandmother was the one to step right up to help out with my sister and I. She never said no to caring for the people she loved and because of it I want to live the same way she did. Making a home for everyone and opening it up to those who have nowhere to go.
Above my head is a Bible. The Bible and my outfit in the photo kind of go hand in hand. I became a Christian when I was 18 years old. It has helped to give me hope that the One who died for my sins also knows what I'm going through and that my struggles I have been facing since I was an adolescent are not going to go without a purpose in life. My outfit is my dance uniform, which is a dance team we formed within the church I attend. We are mainly categorized as a praise dancing genre. Dancing has become my outlet and has given me a purpose in life. It makes me feel free and safe.
Finally, we have my eyeshadow palette to show my makeup habit. Originally I hated the idea of makeup, but now it hasn't become this thing of hiding my insecurities. I found it to be a thing of art. To express myself through my face as the canvas and my makeup brushes being the tool to make the masterpiece. Each color and each position of everything has a mood behind it on how I feel on that day. It was another outlet for me during those hard time in high school.
So, what is home? This. This is home.
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