Rooted, Not Lesser
For too long, I believed that being a farmer’s daughter made me invisible, somehow “less than.” But what I discovered is the opposite: my roots are my power. They ground me in something real and resilient. The rhythm of that farm—the early mornings, the family recipes, the quiet strength in my parents’ labor—is part of my foundation. It doesn’t hold me back. It holds me up.
This identity, born in the soil, has become my greatest strength and the guiding force behind my sense of purpose. It’s a story I now tell with pride, because it’s mine—and it matters.
