Opinion | The Search for Beauty in a Prison Cell
Briefly

The first morning I woke up in a cell, I was 16 years old and had braces and colorful bands covering my teeth.My voice cracked when I spoke.I was 5-foot-5 and barely weighed more than a sack of potatoes.Before my 18th birthday, I'd scuffle in prison cells, be counseled to stab a man (I declined) and get tossed into solitary confinement five times.
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