My Face, as Testimony

How ‘healing the scars’ takes on new context when they’re external, for the world to see

The following confession is three years in the making, give or take a few months.

It’s about when I stopped seeing myself. Stopped acknowledging some of the missteps I was making that were taking me further off of my chosen path. Started ignoring the signs that were right in front of my face.

Until they showed up, on my face.

I’m guessing I’m around 2 years old in this shot, content on my mother’s lap.

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Stephanie Renée

Stephanie Renée

Artsy chick. Certified nerd girl. Navigating the spaces of Black Excellence and global relevance. Support my other creative endeavors at www.StephanieRenee.com