Let me tell you a story. A story of ambition. Our infancy begins with purity and innocence, quickly tainted not by the progression of age but instead, our experiences. No one is perfect. No one, not even Beyonce (not throwing shade but she did get cheated on and had a public sister scandal, something I am all too familiar with — and unfortunately the perpetrator). We hold ourselves up to an impossible standard imposed on us by society, and fermented by our own gray matter. My story does not begin well, nor does it end well, but I hope it helps to provide an emphatic description on life, or I should say lives.