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... Now at 19, I've decided to move back to Cali with the hopes of becoming a fashion stylist for Beyoncé. Okay maybe not a fashion stylist for Beyoncé but still, I want to make a name for myself out in...
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Having everything you ever wanted seems amazing until you realize that your missing a connection that's deeper than anything that can physically be given to you.
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Growing up in Phoenix, Arizona most of my life has always felt strange. Almost as if I didn't belong. Almost as if I was alone. From the way I dressed down to my personality, you could tell that I wasn't like those around me. I was different.
Maybe it was because I was born and raised in California [up until my parents seperated ] or maybe I just wasn't meant to fit in with the "popular" crowd.
Unfortunately no matter how much I begged my dad, he wouldn't let me move back to Cali over fears that I would "ruin my life" or "end up with a gangbanger".
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Backstory
My parents seperated when I was 8 and as a way for my mom to get over my dad and she thought it was a good idea to leave her hometown of Compton, California to move 5 hours away to live with my Aunt Stacy.
Although she never fully explained to me the real reason why we moved so abruptly, I always assumed it had something to do with my dad Dijon... better known as the famous DJ Mustard. Surprisingly he never talks about their past relationship when I visit him, so I know the break up must have been really bad for the both of them. Regardless their ability to not put the blame on eachother has allowed me to love my parents equally and show the uttermost respect for them getting me to where I am today.
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Now at 20, I've decided to move back to Cali with the hopes of becoming a fashion stylist for Beyoncé. Okay maybe not a fashion stylist for Beyoncé but still, I want to make a name for myself out in these LA streets any way that I can and plus my signature coffin shaped nails aren't going to pay for themself each week, now will they?
Although I don't want or need the help of my dad (DJ Mustard), help may find me ... and by help, I mean help from his best friend/brother Keenon better known as YG but shhh.. this has to stay a secret, okay?
