Hello, my name is Karen and I suffer from imposter syndrome. Most days, I don't feel like part of the black community.
My shoes squeaked on the cold, gleaming floors. The bell rung, rattling my confidence. Why on earth am I here? I clutched the strap of my backpack and took a deep breath. I had been ripped from my home of ten years, and transplated in a whole new town with no friends, two days before I… Continue reading Truth #11: Puzzle pieces are Awesome!