In high school, I struggled to find myself. I struggled to find what I was good at, and what I loved to do. My first two years, I had convinced myself that I was an athlete. I dedicated a majority of my time to practicing volleyball and softball, only two realize at the end of sophomore year, I was not playing to please myself. I was playing to maintain the illusion that this was something I wanted since I had been playing for 12 years. I was afraid of change, I was afraid of letting anyone down, especially my father, who had been my coach for all of that time. But, the thing that encouraged me to start doing what I love was when I found the art department at my school. My sophomore year, I took my first photography course and I was in my
