For as long as I can remember, I've been caring for others. Instead of going outside to play at recess, I would stay inside and go downstairs to help the preschool teachers with their students. As a result, my attachment to babies and children grew. When my teacher or classmates asked what we wanted to be when we grew up when I was in second through fourth grade, I always said, "I want to help babies grow." When they asked if I wanted to be a pediatrician, I always said, "No, not that; I want to help babies and children grow." As I grew older, I realized that was exactly what I wanted to be, but I said no due to a misunderstanding. Every time I went to the doctor, I felt uneasy because I could see the boredom in the questions and the tiredness in each doctor's eyes with each check-up. I didn't want to be like that; how could doctors claim to love their jobs while appearing dead on the inside? What if that was me, and doing what I loved drained me rather than filled me with joy? I was assigned my first black female doctor in eighth grade by chance. It was because she was the only doctor in the clinic that I remembered it. I continued to see her until my ninth-grade year, and during the check-up, a concerning factor was brought up: I was at my heaviest weight of 204 pounds. She was warning me and couldn't say anything else but, "eat well." I felt helpless after that experience; I developed insecurities and anxiety. I became more self-conscious about myself, causing me to lose an unhealthy amount of weight in a short period. "Perhaps I'm overthinking it," I thought, and "why did my first encounter with a black doctor leave me with a negative impression of myself?" She was the right person to represent me, but why is she uninterested in my well-being? This was not because she was a black woman; the same situation could have occurred with any physician race. It was due to a lack of representation in the healthcare field. If there were black representation in the healthcare system, patients would have a greater chance of having positive experiences with black doctors than with white doctors. Pediatrics allows for the expression of black female doctors in healthcare, allowing for the influence of passion. Without representation, there is no room for future doctors to be passionate about their careers. This brings reasoning for my goal in education to pursue an MD or Doctorate to be able to pursue my profession in medicine. So that people don't have to go looking for resources that could have been given but weren't asked for because they were uncomfortable. My experiences enabled me to contribute more than just the title of my profession. To make more room for the representation of my peers who are of the same race and gender as me. Comfort is provided by the presentation. It disturbs my soul to see how poorly African Americans are treated in the healthcare system. As an incoming freshman in college I was given just the opportunity in middle school to be able to have the experiences of college classes and as the daughter of immigrant parents that was the I did not think that was possible. As I grew up I would only see and hear people who come from money being able to do this but as the opportunity was gifted to me I seized.

For as long as I can remember, I've been caring for others. Instead of going outside to play at recess, I would stay inside and go downstairs to help the preschool teachers with their students. As a result, my attachment to babies and children grew. When my teacher or classmates asked what we wanted to be when we grew up when I was in second through fourth grade, I always said, "I want to help babies grow." When they asked if I wanted to be a pediatrician, I always said, "No, not that; I want to help babies and children grow." As I grew older, I realized that was exactly what I wanted to be, but I said no due to a misunderstanding. Every time I went to the doctor, I felt uneasy because I could see the boredom in the questions and the tiredness in each doctor's eyes with each check-up. I didn't want to be like that; how could doctors claim to love their jobs while appearing dead on the inside? What if that was me, and doing what I loved drained me rather than filled me with joy? I was assigned my first black female doctor in eighth grade by chance. It was because she was the only doctor in the clinic that I remembered it. I continued to see her until my ninth-grade year, and during the check-up, a concerning factor was brought up: I was at my heaviest weight of 204 pounds. She was warning me and couldn't say anything else but, "eat well." I felt helpless after that experience; I developed insecurities and anxiety. I became more self-conscious about myself, causing me to lose an unhealthy amount of weight in a short period. "Perhaps I'm overthinking it," I thought, and "why did my first encounter with a black doctor leave me with a negative impression of myself?" She was the right person to represent me, but why is she uninterested in my well-being? This was not because she was a black woman; the same situation could have occurred with any physician race. It was due to a lack of representation in the healthcare field. If there were black representation in the healthcare system, patients would have a greater chance of having positive experiences with black doctors than with white doctors. Pediatrics allows for the expression of black female doctors in healthcare, allowing for the influence of passion. Without representation, there is no room for future doctors to be passionate about their careers. This brings reasoning for my goal in education to pursue an MD or Doctorate to be able to pursue my profession in medicine. So that people don't have to go looking for resources that could have been given but weren't asked for because they were uncomfortable. My experiences enabled me to contribute more than just the title of my profession. To make more room for the representation of my peers who are of the same race and gender as me. Comfort is provided by the presentation. It disturbs my soul to see how poorly African Americans are treated in the healthcare system.

I've been involved in caring for others for as long as I can remember. Instead of going outside to play at recess, I would stay inside and make my way downstairs to assist the preschool teachers with their students. My attachment to babies and children grew as a result. When I was in second through fourth grade, and the teacher or my peers asked what we wanted to be when we grew up, I always said, "I want to help babies grow." They usually asked if I wanted to be a pediatrician, but I told them, "No, not that; I want to help babies and children grow." In eighth grade, by chance, I was assigned, my first black female doctor. I remembered it because she was the only doctor in the clinic. During the check-up, a concerning factor was brought up; weight. She seemed to be warning me and couldn't say anything else but, "eat well." I developed insecurities and anxiety as a result of feeling helpless after that experience. I became more self-conscious, which caused me to lose an unhealthily large amount of weight in a short period of time. If there was more black representation in the healthcare system, patients would have a greater chance of having positive experiences with black doctors as opposed to white doctors. Without representation, there is no room for future doctors to be passionate about their careers. Giving is important because it can change the course of someone else's life, according to my experiences. I want to give back by increasing the representation of my peers who share my race and gender. I want to use my profession so that people don't have to go looking for resources that could have been provided but weren't because they were uneasy. Representation provides comfort.

Boston, Massachusetts, the STEAM state. Where access to education is the best compared to states in other regions of the United States. I grew up in Boston, Massachusetts in North America but I am the child of two Caribbean immigrants. Third to my father and first to my mother. As said, this makes me a first-generation student. My experiences were distinct in the plethora of my urban peers and culture where my mother decided to reside with my siblings. I had hit an unexpected roadblock Access to a good education was harder than expected. Even when I look back at it now my mother tried her best to give us education by putting me in a private school all my elementary school years and although I was deeply blessed to have a mother like mine, from private school class size was something I did not go a day without noticing. Nothing personal but the platform that started my foundation for learning came was more important than I thought. Don’t get me wrong there would have been no difference if I was put into a public school because the only benefit between private and public is just class size. Small classroom sizes mean more attention to an individual and even though I did not think I needed it, the focus of my educational needs made the impact I would like to make on the world through my education and that would be to inspiration for more black representation in the healthcare system. then this would allow more chances of patients receiving better experiences with doctors who happened to be black as if it were to be with white doctors. Pediatrics allows the representation of black women doctors in healthcare so that there is an influence of passion. If there is no representation it leaves no space for future doctors to be passionate in their careers. This begins with children and that is the reason why I want to become a pediatrician. Patient interaction with children sets an impression so an empathetic approach would allow more children who wanted to pursue a career in medicine to continue. This experience led me to think differently about my initial approach. My experiences allowed me to use my profession as a contribution than just its title. To create bigger spaces for the representation of my peers, the same race and gender as me. I want to use my profession so that people do not have to go looking for resources that may have been given but not asked because they felt uncomfortable. Representation allows comfortability. It disrupts my soul watching how poorly African Americans are treated in healthcare. According to patient statistics, African Americans are more likely to be diagnosed with the wrong condition or pushed to the side. By becoming a pediatrician I would be able to bridge both medicine and community together. The Science of Medicine makes me interested in the STEAM field. The creativity that STEM allows in each field is fascinating and being able to use a conventional subject like science to build something more.

The seed of two Caribbean immigrants, third to my father and first to my mother, and living in an urban city ever since I was born did not help the case. To me, this is the ultimate heritage of " what is mental health." My experiences with mental health were not distinct in the plethora of my urban peers and culture. There was no space to talk about mental health because there was nothing for my or my sibling's mental health to be endangered. In my mama's eyes, mental health meant depression, which became the belief in my eyes. Her case was strong; as long as we had a roof over our heads and food in our bellies, mental health was never the topic of discussion at the dinner table. We did not have to struggle as she did when she was our age, so there was no excuse. Little did I know there was a tower of things for us to feel overwhelmed and even sad. From my relationships, mental health began to be something I realized had to be communicated with for healthy relationships. Being someone who would never like to talk about my feelings or even say, " I love you" to the people I genuinely love, things did not make sense on why I would feel so confused at times. I would not be sad or mad, just confused; I could never say it even just before bed. As I got, older the little things did matter. Mental health is the foundation for healthy relationships with loved ones who are closest to me. I realized that phrases like " I love you" made the most significant impact on starting more robust communication and relationships. If I started, everyone around me would start doing the same thing, not knowing that it contributes to a healthy mindset. From my beliefs, ​I was able to grow and take a lesson from this because I now have a clear vision of what I want personally. Life is not a size fits all, and I understand this now. My insecurities formed; they are now in the past. To continue to aspire for more accomplishments that suit me. A dream is only a dream if there is no action. I am balancing and loving my life now so that when I am on the other spectrum, I am just as physically and mentally healthy. Think bigger and be true to who I am and whomever I will be wherever that lands me. I have goals, and I am taking action on them by step. Be patient in my goals because that one success removes the 1 million fails, and minimize comparisons, my growth, and journey, and be confident. My personal goals have stayed the same except expanded. I am preparing myself for my dreams by loving myself. Being inspired, motivated by other successful people in all areas and not just in the career I want to create. I am having my voice and speaking about one of the most significant accomplishments that I did not recognize. From my career aspirations, If there were black representation in the healthcare system, then this would allow more chances of patients receiving better experiences with doctors who happened to be black as if it were to be with white doctors. Pediatrics allows the representation of black women doctors in healthcare so that there is an influence of passion. If there is no representation, it leaves no space for future doctors to be passionate in their careers. This begins with children, and that is the reason why I want to become a pediatrician. Patient interaction with children sets an impression, so an empathetic approach would allow more children who want to pursue a career in medicine to continue. This experience led me to think differently about my initial approach. My experiences allowed me to use my profession as a contribution than just its title. Create bigger spaces for the representation of my peers, the same race and gender as me. I want to use my profession so that people do not have to look for resources that may have been given but not asked because they felt uncomfortable. Representation allows comfortability. It disrupts my soul watching how poorly African Americans are treated in healthcare. According to patient statistics, African Americans are more likely to be diagnosed with the wrong condition or pushed to the side. By becoming a pediatrician, I would be able to bridge both medicine and community together.

Hmmm... My favorite artist, now I just do not know who to choose. My favorite artists have inspired me that it is not a requirement to remain in one of my passions. My favorite artist has also shown to speak through your work. To evolve and change for the better.

An experience that prepared me to work for an underserved community would be currently. I am serving my community is being a part of the Peer Leadership community at my school's community college. The peer leadership position is the ability to mentally and academically support college students at the college. Having this leadership position for me meant that I have the ability to work with a diverse group. Being that this is a community college there is a bigger population than what I am used to. I have had leadership positions before, but now I feel like I am working with students at any age range. This way this position is a learning experience for the student and me. Through this time I have recognized that the underserved community is the youth's mental health. Seeing that as a student myself that grown adults are not able to support students. Knowing that they have already been in the position we have been through and to witness how students are becoming more involved with each other than the ones who wanted this career. There is no passion or drive and it honestly feels like a setup for toxic habits. I plan on using my experience to serve my community by becoming an inspiration throughout my career. As an Afro-Caribbean woman, I want to study medicine and create a career in the medical field. This will serve my community because I am going to build multiple health centers and clinics that will be built to target and change the stereotypes of societal controversy.

To begin, some ways I am currently serving my community is being a part of the Peer Leadership community at my school's community college. The peer leadership position is the ability to mentally and academically support college students at the college. Having this leadership position for me meant that I have the ability to work with a diverse group. Being that this is a community college there is a bigger population than what I am used to. I have had leadership positions before, but now I feel like I am working with students at any age range. This way this position is a learning experience for the student and me. To be a leader is to demonstrate through action and not words. The words spoken for inspiration are justified through actions. To be a leader to me is to be real and use that to show that we as people are equals. Not to frown upon or pass judgment on one whether the race, occupation, culture, or gender. To be a leader is to have building values and to walk in respect and truth for their own self. To be balanced and work through the process to elevate in any milestone. I planning on using what I learned to my time beyond high school by becoming an inspiration throughout my career. As an Afro-Caribbean woman, I want to study medicine and create a career in the medical field. This will serve my community because I am going to build multiple health centers and clinics that will be built to target and change the stereotypes of societal controversy. To be me and walk-in who I am, whoever I will be, and continue to be. To prioritize my mental health and simply experience life.

At the age of 15. Yes, you are 204 lbs. You are too big for your height. You are at risk for diabetes. You have high blood pressure. It's too high for your age. You have to start working out. Eat healthily. Let me make an appointment with the nutritionist. My mothers dismisses them, "pitit mwen a manje bon/ My child eats good, I make sure to feed her every day." "pa koute yo yo pa konnen de kisa yap pale/ Do not listen to them they do not know what they are talking about." But I did. I have not noticed before but I am now. I was connecting the dots. " Why I keep my fleece on at the gym. When forced, why I tied my sweater around my waist to create the illusion of a smaller waist. I became aware. Self-conscious. It started getting to my head; my weight. On the outside, it was not very possible for the people around me to notice. Little comments now and then made from the anonymous. This made me doubtful. " Is this what everyone thinks?" " Do people talk about me?" It was a fighting battle mentally. I began self-consciously and hid through my sweaters as protection. "Is it because of my skin too?" It could not have been I go to a prominently black school. They're my people, right? RIGHT? Throughout the winter and summer hot days. Being a dark skin woman as well added to this and because I did not feel accepted in my school community. Nobody said anything, I blended in. But in the spotlight, I was the one to feel the judgment in some weird way. Then quarantine hit, surprisingly, I do not know how to explain honestly. I did it. 2021 I am over 40lbs down. I then realized I did this on my own. The nutritionist did not tell nor than my doctor except throw a "eat healthily". I created a compromise. I do know before then I felt belittled and judged. It was a period of time that has been able to shape me because I keep pushing forward. It was also a period of time that motivated me more to be one of the many reasons to pursue medicine more. I want to be involved in architect design building clinics and centers that are resourceful and passionate. This has seeded that I want to help my staff and healthcare workers around the globe by creating a scrub line. This puts my creative mind at work. That material that suits each personality and comfort of a health care worker. I want to expand in that and becoming an author and I practice this by journaling my thoughts every day. I start with something as small as that and move through topics.It has molded my version of self-love to myself. My expectations have been set higher because I am able to push myself past limits. It has made me not hold my past accomplishments sacred because they are now in the past. To continue to aspire for more accomplishments that suit me. A dream is only a dream if there is no action. I am balancing and loving my life now so that when I am on the other spectrum I am just as physically and mentally healthy. To think bigger and be true to who I am and whoever I will be wherever that lands me. I have goals and I am taking action on them by step. To be patient in my goals because that one success removes the 1 million fails. To not compare me, my growth, and journey and be confident. My personal goals have stayed the same except expanded. I am preparing myself for my dreams by loving myself. Being inspired, motivated by other successful people in all areas and not just in the career I want to create. I am having my voice and speaking about one of the biggest accomplishments that I did not recognize as. Speaking my voice on platforms such as simple as my scholarship essays because that is the only platform I have right now.

At the age of 15. Yes, you are 204 lbs. You are too big for your height. You are at risk for diabetes. You have high blood pressure. It's too high for your age. You have to start working out. Eat healthily. Let me make an appointment with the nutritionist. My mothers dismisses them, "pitit mwen a manje bon/ My child eats good, I make sure to feed her every day." "pa koute yo yo pa konnen de kisa yap pale/ Do not listen to them they do not know what they are talking about." But I did. I have not noticed before but I am now. I was connecting the dots. " Why I keep my fleece on at the gym. When forced, why I tied my sweater around my waist to create the illusion of a smaller waist. I became aware. Self-conscious. It started getting to my head; my weight. On the outside, it was not very possible for the people around me to notice. Little comments now and then made from the anonymous. This made me doubtful. " Is this what everyone thinks?" " Do people talk about me?" It was a fighting battle mentally. I began self-consciously and hid through my sweaters as protection. "Is it because of my skin too?" It could not have been I go to a prominently black school. They're my people, right? RIGHT? Throughout the winter and summer hot days. Being a dark skin woman as well added to this and because I did not feel accepted in my school community. Nobody said anything, I blended in. But in the spotlight, I was the one to feel the judgment in some weird way. Then quarantine hit, surprisingly, I do not know how to explain honestly. I did it. 2021 I am over 40lbs down. I then realized I did this on my own. The nutritionist did not tell nor than my doctor except throw a "eat healthily". I created a compromise. I do know before then I felt belittled and judged. It was a period of time that has been able to shape me because I keep pushing forward. It was also a period of time that motivated me more to be one of the many reasons to pursue medicine more. I want to be involved in architect design building clinics and centers that are resourceful and passionate. This has seeded that I want to help my staff and healthcare workers around the globe by creating a scrub line. This puts my creative mind at work That material that suits each personality and comfort of a health care worker. It has molded my version of self-love to myself. My expectations have been set higher because I am able to push myself past limits. It has made me not hold my past accomplishments sacred because they are now in the past. To continue to aspire for more accomplishments that suit me. A dream is only a dream if there is no action. I am balancing and loving my life now so that when I am on the other spectrum I am just as physically and mentally healthy. To think bigger and be true to who I am and whoever I will be wherever that lands me. I have goals and I am taking action on them by step. To be patient in my goals because that one success removes the 1 million fails. To not compare me, my growth, and journey and be confident. My personal goals have stayed the same except expanded. I am preparing myself for my dreams by loving myself. Being inspired, motivated by other successful people in all areas and not just in the career I want to create.I am having my voice and speaking about one of the biggest accomplishments that I did not recognize as. Speaking my voice on platforms such as simple as my scholarship essays because that is the only platform I have right now.

At the age of 15. Yes, you are 204 lbs. You are too big for your height. You are at risk for diabetes. You have high blood pressure. It's too high for your age. You have to start working out. Eat healthily. Let me make an appointment with the nutritionist. " Petite mwen en manje byen/ My child eats good, I make sure to feed her every day." "pa koute yo yo pa konnen de kisa yap pale / Do not listen to them they do not know what they are talking about." But I did. I have not noticed before but I am now. I was connecting the dots. Why I keep my fleece on at the gym. When forced, why I tied my sweater around my waist to create the illusion of a smaller waist. I became aware. Self-conscious. It started getting to my head; my weight. On the outside, it was not very possible for the people around me to notice. Little comments now and then made from the anonymous. This made me doubtful. " Is this what everyone thinks?" " Do people talk about me?" It was a fighting battle mentally. I began self-consciously and hid through my sweaters as protection. "Is it because of my skin too?" It could not have been I go to a prominently black school. They're my people, right? RIGHT? Throughout the winter and summer hot days. Being a dark skin woman as well added to this and because I did not feel accepted in my school community. Nobody said anything, I blended in. But in the spotlight, I was the one to feel the judgment in some weird way. Then quarantine hit, surprisingly, I do not know how to explain honestly. I did it. 2021 I am over 40lbs down. I then realized I did this on my own. The nutritionist did not tell nor than my doctor except throw a "eat healthily". I created a compromise. I do know before then I felt belittled and judged. It was a period of time that has been able to shape me because I keep pushing forward. It was also a period of time that motivated me more to be one of the many reasons to pursue medicine more. This has brought me to tap into my creative mind and create my own career in medicine. This relates to marketing because I want to create a business in the medical field. It has molded my version of self-love to myself. My expectations have been set higher because I am able to push myself past limits. It has made me not hold my past accomplishments sacred because they are now in the past. To continue to aspire for more accomplishments that suit me. To think bigger and be true to who I am and whoever I will be wherever that lands me. I have goals and I am taking action on them by step. To be patient in my goals because that one success removes the 1 million fails. To not compare me, my growth, and journey and be confident. My personal goals have stayed the same except expanded. I am preparing myself for my dreams by loving myself. Being inspired, motivated by other successful people in all areas and not just in the career I want to create. I am having my voice and speaking about one of the biggest accomplishments that I did not recognize as. Speaking my voice on platforms such as simple as my scholarship essays because that is the only platform I have right now.

At the age of 15. Yes, you are 204 lbs. You are too big for your height. You are at risk for diabetes. You have high blood pressure. It's too high for your age. You have to start working out. Eat healthily. Let me make an appointment with the nutritionist. " My child eats good, I make sure to feed her every day." " Do not listen to them they do not know what they are talking about." " But I did. I have not noticed before but I am now. I was connecting the dots. " Why I keep my fleece on at the gym. When forced, why I tied my sweater around my waist to create the illusion of a smaller waist. I became aware. Self-conscious. It started getting to my head; my weight. On the outside, it was not very possible for the people around me to notice. Little comments now and then made from the anonymous. This made me doubtful. " Is this what everyone thinks?" " Do people talk about me?" It was a fighting battle mentally. I began self-consciously and hid through my sweaters as protection. "Is it because of my skin too?" It could not have been I go to a prominently black school. They're my people, right? RIGHT? Throughout the winter and summer hot days. Being a dark skin woman as well added to this and because I did not feel accepted in my school community. Nobody said anything, I blended in. But in the spotlight, I was the one to feel the judgment in some weird way. Then quarantine hit, surprisingly, I do not know how to explain honestly. I did it. 2021 I am over 40lbs down. I then realized I did this on my own. The nutritionist did not tell nor than my doctor except throw a "eat healthily". I created a compromise. I do know before then I felt belittled and judged. It was a period of time that has been able to shape me because I keep pushing forward. It was also a period of time that motivated me more to be one of the many reasons to pursue medicine more. It has molded my version of self-love to myself. My expectations have been set higher because I am able to push myself past limits. It has made me not hold my past accomplishments sacred because they are now in the past. To continue to aspire for more accomplishments that suit me. To think bigger and be true to who I am and whoever I will be wherever that lands me. I have goals and I am taking action on them by step. To be patient in my goals because that one success removes the 1 million fails. To not compare me, my growth, and journey and be confident. My personal goals have stayed the same except expanded. I am preparing myself for my dreams by loving myself. Being inspired, motivated by other successful people in all areas and not just in the career I want to create. I am having my voice and speaking about one of the biggest accomplishments that I did not recognize as. Speaking my voice on platforms such as simple as my scholarship essays because that is the only platform I have right now.

I think society can most effectively empower women by accepting. Accepting that times are changing and more women are stepping up to the plate. More women are realizing their potential and are confident in their passions. Accepting that women are growing to their fullest extent and exploring their options breaking generational curses. Building up from the foundation built and breaking more barriers. Accepting that more women are creating higher standards for themselves and independence. Women are equals and not below anyone. Accepting that women are doing it all by beauty and brains. Society needs to take accountability that they are intimidated hence why they are limiting us. Representing all races and ethnic cultures. Shapes and sizes and that we are setting a new normal for our future children and generations to come. Doing what we expected ourselves and more.

To start off, I was born in the smartphone era. I usually use social media on my smartphones but it has been very efficient for me. Since my parents were not really into smartphones I usually had to help them which irritated me quite a bit. I use social media to motivate me rather than make me feel insecure but I have seen how damaging it is. I have fallen into the pattern numerous times but self-discipline has helped me. On a day-to-day basis, I think smartphones have been used as my downtime. A way to catch up or get a quick laugh. Too much of it can become a distraction and steer me into procrastination. Smartphones are a gateway for social media and that has impacted me a lot. In regards to feeling pressured and setting unrealistic expectations for myself. This has made me feel behind in life even if the influencers are not in the same age range as me. It makes me feel like I am nowhere near to success more importantly my success. I have seen that social media has not humbled people at all but rather chase for living above your means. More like the validation of strangers. Consequently, I have seen the voice of social media projects. Seeing how a group of people can come together and become one voice to advocate for change. I think smartphones impact someone while behind the wheel by again as a distraction. Smartphones are very tempting and the consequences lead to the unexpected.

My story... I am Daniella Tasha Antoine and my story has always been my siblings and me. Starting at the age of 5 I have raised them and myself emotionally. All while my mother went out providing for the three of us financially. I am an Afro-Caribbean woman in America and I have witnessed bullying, social racism on both sides. As a Haitian American, I am judged based on my culture that I proudly represent. Along with the racism and social injustice as an African American. I am an observer and from that I take action. Not from my words but my movement. Something that stood out to me socially was the injustice in healthcare. For African Americans and Black Woman. Dreaming big for me is being able to study medicine. There I would be able to grab the root of the problem to make a change. Dreaming big for me is becoming a doctor and building multiple clinics and healthcare centers for my people. To represent them in the healthcare system. Building ground-breaking medicine. Becoming passionate so that they do not have to go looking for resources but instead having my team and system helping them. It disrupts my soul watching how poorly treated African American women are treated in healthcare. It disrupts my soul when I see on multiple platforms how African Americans are more likely to be diagnosed with the wrong condition or pushed to the side By becoming this I would be able to bridge both medicine and community together. Dreaming big for me is doing everything I desire on my own terms and as I please for my family and me I. Dreaming big is breaking generational curses in society and family. Dreaming big is my mind at ease and peace with myself and my future family. Dreaming big is becoming closer to God as a Christian. Lastly dreaming big is accomplishing growth and doing everything I can imagine. That I am better than how I am a couple of years from now. Mentally accomplishing and my soul overjoyed from how much I accomplish. Looking back and crying about how proud I am of myself. Building of the foundation my mother and grandmother built for my siblings and me to stand on. Being mentally and emotionally available, teaching my children to do better, think better. Everything my mother so longed for to do with her children. To this day going forward. Today I am thinking better, living life, and finding the light in even the darkest times. Becoming accountable for myself and becoming wiser every day for myself and everyone around me. I am being the light.

Starting at the age of 5 I have raised them and myself emotionally. All while my mother went out providing for the three of us financially. I am an Afro-Caribbean woman in America and I have witnessed bullying, social racism on both sides. As a Haitian American, I am judged based on my culture that I proudly represent. Along with the racism and social injustice as an African American. I am an observer and from that I take action. Not from my words but my movement. Something that stood out to me socially was the injustice in healthcare. For African Americans and Black Woman. Dreaming big for me is being able to study medicine. There I would be able to grab the root of the problem to make a change. Dreaming big for me is becoming a doctor and building multiple clinics and healthcare centers for my people. To represent them in the healthcare system. Building ground-breaking medicine. Becoming passionate so that they do not have to go looking for resources but instead having my team and system helping them. It disrupts my soul watching how poorly treated African American women are treated in healthcare. It disrupts my soul when I see on multiple platforms how African Americans are more likely to be diagnosed with the wrong condition or pushed to the side By becoming this I would be able to bridge both medicine and community together. One challenging circumstance that I have been placed is that my family is in the lower middle class. My parents have been hardworking being able to provide for my siblings and me. This led me to experience the trauma my parents had to go through and me as well as the oldest sibling. To be able to have no financial setbacks. With the financial assistance given to me, I would be able to motivate me more into my interest in medicine.

My passion.. I am Daniella Tasha Antoine and my story has always been my siblings and me. Starting at the age of 5 I have raised them and myself emotionally. All while my mother went out providing for the three of us financially. I am an Afro-Caribbean woman in America and I have witnessed bullying, social racism on both sides. As a Haitian American, I am judged based on my culture that I proudly represent. Along with the racism and social injustice as an African American. I am an observer and from that I take action. Not from my words but my movement. Something that stood out to me socially was the injustice in healthcare. For African Americans and Black Woman. Dreaming big for me is being able to study medicine. There I would be able to grab the root of the problem to make a change. Dreaming big for me is becoming a doctor and building multiple clinics and healthcare centers for my people. To represent them in the healthcare system. Building ground-breaking medicine. Becoming passionate so that they do not have to go looking for resources but instead having my team and system helping them. It disrupts my soul watching how poorly treated African American women are treated in healthcare. It disrupts my soul when I see on multiple platforms how African Americans are more likely to be diagnosed with the wrong condition or pushed to the side By becoming this I would be able to bridge both medicine and community together. Dreaming big for me is doing everything I desire on my own terms and as I please for my family and me I. Dreaming big is breaking generational curses in society and family. Dreaming big is my mind at ease and peace with myself and my future family. Dreaming big is becoming closer to God as a Christian. Lastly dreaming big is accomplishing growth and doing everything I can imagine. That I am better than how I am a couple of years from now. Mentally accomplishing and my soul overjoyed from how much I accomplish. Looking back and crying about how proud I am of myself. Building of the foundation my mother and grandmother built for my siblings and me to stand on. Being mentally and emotionally available, teaching my children to do better, think better. Everything my mother so longed for to do with her children. To this day going forward. Today I am thinking better, living life, and finding the light in even the darkest times. Becoming accountable for myself and becoming wiser every day for myself and everyone around me. I am being the light. In order to do this my first step is going to college financially at peace. To be able to have no financial setbacks. A time I overcame tremendous adversity would be mental. I am comfortable saying this story now that it has passed me but I have always been the chubby black girl. At times my weight would fluctuate. Through elementary and begging of middle school, I was very skinny. Once 8th-9th grade hit I was at my highest of 204 pounds. This allowed insecurities to flood in and anxiety. Especially bullying it had not happened often not that I can think but I definitely felt judgment. Once the pandemic hit I began to persevere through and lose over 40 lbs. Again this is one of the many things I personally feel like I hurdled over but was one of my proudest accomplishments that pushed me more into my interest of medicine.

My story... I am Daniella Tasha Antoine and my story has always been my siblings and me. Starting at the age of 5 I have raised them and myself emotionally. All while my mother went out providing for the three of us financially. I am an Afro-Caribbean woman in America and I have witnessed bullying, social racism on both sides. As a Haitian American, I am judged based on my culture that I proudly represent. Along with the racism and social injustice as an African American. I am an observer and from that I take action. Not from my words but my movement. Something that stood out to me socially was the injustice in healthcare. For African Americans and Black Woman. Dreaming big for me is being able to study medicine. There I would be able to grab the root of the problem to make a change. Dreaming big for me is becoming a doctor and building multiple clinics and healthcare centers for my people. To represent them in the healthcare system. Building ground-breaking medicine. Becoming passionate so that they do not have to go looking for resources but instead having my team and system helping them. It disrupts my soul watching how poorly treated African American women are treated in healthcare. It disrupts my soul when I see on multiple platforms how African Americans are more likely to be diagnosed with the wrong condition or pushed to the side By becoming this I would be able to bridge both medicine and community together. Dreaming big for me is doing everything I desire on my own terms and as I please for my family and me I. Dreaming big is breaking generational curses in society and family. Dreaming big is my mind at ease and peace with myself and my future family. Dreaming big is becoming closer to God as a Christian. Lastly dreaming big is accomplishing growth and doing everything I can imagine. That I am better than how I am a couple of years from now. Mentally accomplishing and my soul overjoyed from how much I accomplish. Looking back and crying about how proud I am of myself. Building of the foundation my mother and grandmother built for my siblings and me to stand on. Being mentally and emotionally available, teaching my children to do better, think better. Everything my mother so longed for to do with her children. To this day going forward. Today I am thinking better, living life, and finding the light in even the darkest times. Becoming accountable for myself and becoming wiser every day for myself and everyone around me. I am being the light.

The time I realized education would be the right path for my career was from the very beginning. I have always been invested in my education and found it important in my life not only financially but personally too. I found that my absolute favorite thing is simply learning. Not only in school but in everyday life. It would be the biggest milestone in my legacy having that I will be a first-generation graduate. I carry that weight on my back as well as writing my future which happens to thrive in medicine. I found that it was being tested during the past year since I will be graduating soon. From social media and everyday life that everyone seems to want to make a quick buck and become successful without education. It has tempted me and made me a bit lost on my identity but coming to the reality that one has to learn regardless of the career or aspiration. Education is everywhere and forever. It may not be the ideal school environment but in order to succeed one learns for growth to ignite. It takes motivated morals and environment for me to realize education will be the only path for my career.

For 11 years life consisted of a scheduled routine. The more repetitive it got the more bored I would get and try and switch out little routines for new ones. I would use that cycle/recycle concept for my dreams in the future. I have a vision tunnel of what I want to do and that consists of studying medicine and having experience not solely that but other careers. Advocating for inclusivity in society and as an Afro-Caribbean American woman, I would like it to include race and gender as well. I want to learn the loops and holes and flaws that were made in past programs and charity work to build off on that. Changing the perspective on how society views "poor countries". To become a representation of my country and the beauty along with the pain that comes forth with that. I would use this to hope and bring people together by creating a new thriving perspective through medicine.