Who am I ? How did I become the woman I am today ?
The experiences shape the definition of me.
The more I live, the more complex my identities.
I can belong to different places but, always, the sense of belonging is incomplete.
Contradictions are part of my story.
Through migration I discovered some parts of me I didn't know.
I have been speechless, invisible, a stranger.
Made to feel irrelevant; denied a voice.
Feminist groups of women* seeking empowerment together. With them I began to explore my own story.
To break my silence.
To stand up and speak out.
To find my own voice.
Confronting my own racism and sexism, becoming stronger.
A collective, never-ending process of growth and empowerment.
But my memories are still there.
Who am I ?