I fell in love when I took my first roll of black and white film, cliche as it is. I was inspired. I went to photography school after I graduated and on my very first day the teacher cut me down for taking self-portraits. I gave up believing I could do it right then and there. Later on I dropped out, but despite varying gaps of time between, I’ve never given up taking my pictures. My creative spirit was shaken but not killed; here’s to all these versions of me that felt inspired and took out her camera. I’m proud of you.