When I came here two weeks ago, I was beyond lost and confused. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. And I had lost the voice inside my head. Walking back from an amazing lunch of fried rice and encheladas verdes, I remembered something that I had somehow forgotten. This is my life, my body, my voice. My voice needs to become louder, my thoughts need to be more destinct, and my life is my own. My piercings, my tattoos, my clothing, the only person that it really matters to is me. It was a good thing to be reminded of.