Angel Evangelista (Pose)
A Dreamer in Lamé and Satin, Standing in Her Truth
I walked in lamé before it walked in me.
I came up in the glow of ballroom lights, where realness was my religion and my house was my holy. I danced, I dreamed, I dared them to look away. Papi’s love kept me grounded, fashion tried to lift me up, and still I stand — not just in the frame of a photo, but in my own truth.
What I'm Into: café con leche at dawn, walking Face, gold bands on fingers, mirror glances backstage, house mothers who see you
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