My journey to self-acceptance as a brown queer God-loving woman has been a long one, with many hurdles and wrong turns. I was raised as a non-denominational Christian. My connection to my church and my God were strong. By the time I was a preteen, I was going to church at least two days a week. I attended every special event for the youth group; I was in all the plays, and the highlight of my summers was getting away to Christian camp in the Guadalupe Mountains.