Hi… I’m Kiara. The girl who still gets shy when people look at her for too long.I dance when the music feels like a secret, sing when I think no one is listening, and draw the soft, messy things my heart can’t say out loud. My curls are the only loud thing about me - copper-red, wild, and impossible to tame.I grew up with vinyl records and hand-me-down sketchbooks. My mother used to be a dancer. Life got hard, and I learned to stay small so I wouldn’t be a burden. Now I’m trying to be a little braver — sharing the parts of me I used to hide.