Even if you're confident in your identity at the moment, many people find that their sense of self naturally fluctuates as they grow to have new life experiences.
This is my story...
I grew up in San Pedro Sula. It’s one of two major cities in Honduras, a small country in Central America.
I went to a small bilingual school called SERAN, but my high school experience was not fun, to say the least...
In an attempt to fit in, I joined the school’s volleyball team. The last straw for me was being constantly yelled at during a match - I decided that something had to change.
I gave ballet a chance, and a couple of band-aids and a pulled hamstring later, it completely changed who I was. It taught me responsibility and sparked a passion in me that I didn’t even know I had.
Things changed rapidly once again when I left home to go to college. I stuffed my life into a suitcase (plus a carry-on) and moved
to Austin to attend St. Ed’s.
Being alone in a new city (and a new country) was at first terrifying, but this newfound freedom gave me space to explore what I liked.
One of the biggest outlets for me was listening to new music.
Finding myself was fun until I realized I had to decide on a career path. I was given the seemingly impossible task of navigating who I wanted to be as a designer.
During all of this, I happened to attend a seminar that completely shattered my hopes - the international student employment workshop.
I was disturbed that no matter how hard I worked, my future was entirely dependent on a lottery. I knew that I couldn't give up though...