As a child, my bubbly curiosity was often the cause of my most memorable shenanigans. The broken ankle, the glued-together hands and quite a few mutilated, disfigured Barbie dolls were all the byproducts of my need to know.

The same curiosity that defined my childhood shaped my adulthood. As a reporter, it is my job to ask questions– even those that are uncomfortable or unpopular.

Now I’m tackling one of the most important stories I have ever been faced with. The story of me.

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