I have always admired flowers for their fragile beauty. In my mind, I once imagined a garden full of roses: vibrant, alive, and thriving. Among them, was one tightly closed, waiting for the right moment to bloom. That imperfect rose symbolized how I viewed myself—as if something was wrong with me. As a young woman, my greatest adversity has been living with Dysmenorrhea, a medical term used to diagnose severe menstrual pain. Through my journey with debilitating Dysmenorrhea, I transformed from someone who hid in the shadows of pain into someone who aspires to become a doctor and an activist, discovering that my struggles would not only shift my major toward biology but also make me want to help other women find their voice in a healthcare system that too often silences them. When doctors dismissed my pain as "normal," or just a part of "womanhood", their dismissal made me feel invisible, as though my suffering didn't matter. Over time, I let their words grow into something deeper—anger. I was able to communicate this wrath with a friend, however, I was not able to communicate it with a healthcare professional. It was as if that wrath grew a poison tree inside me, letting its power fork my veins. I was even more frustrated with my body than I was at doctors telling me just to drink nature's tea. I felt the need to seek answers on a platform known as "TikTok". Through TikTok, I discovered a community of women who shared similar experiences; many dismissed by healthcare professional. I also came across a male doctor on the platform who advocated for women's health and conditions that were often overlooked by other medical professionals. For the first time, I felt seen and I realized that my medical condition was not a curse, but a lecture. When I began taking biology and psychology classes in high school, as a low-income; first-gen student, I learned about the connections between the mind and body. Soon, colors of flowers began to bloom in my chest—colors of love, resilience, and strength. They reminded me that pain doesn't have to be a permanent emotion and that growth can emerge from the hardest life experiences. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. once said, "We will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream." His fight for equality reminds me that justice isn't just about laws—it is about ensuring every person's voice is heard. For too long, women have been silenced by a medical system that diminishes their pain. This is why I plan to major in biology and minor in writing to effectively communicate medical information and evoke change in women's healthcare. I aim to illuminate the experiences of women whose pain has been overlooked, challenge the system that normalizes suffering, and offer hope to those who feel invisible. The rose that once struggled to bloom has become the strongest in my garden—not only because it blossomed, but because I learned to have patience for the sun to come out. I learned to water and nurture the roses in my garden. My body, like my imaginary garden, just needed time, understanding, and resilience to thrive. On my journey, I found a doctor who truly listened and prescribed therapy and medicine, not eliminating the pain; completely, but making it more manageable, restoring my sense of control and clarity. As an aspiring future doctor and writer, I will advocate for better research, diagnosis, and treatment options for women's health. Now, as I step into my future, I hope to help others' gardens bloom too.