Of course, there were times when other children teased me. They stretched their eyes with their fingers (mocking me) and called me names. I tried not to pay attention to it. My mother was worried about my health, so she had me enrolled in ballet school. I hated it. After every lesson, I would collapse into bed and not move for hours afterwards because of how hard the lessons were on my body! But despite all that suffering, I never quit. After a long battle with myself (and sore muscles), I graduated from a prestigious dance academy to pursue an art degree at a university where people were more understanding than ever before. It was truly a place where you could be yourself without judgment from others. At the age of 15, my health began to deteriorate. I was diagnosed with chronic kidney disease, which landed me on a group 3 disability. Drawing had always given me an escape from reality when things were at their worst in my life. It's more than just work — drawing is what I do best!