 So much of my identity as a sick, a 23-year-old woman and a brown person in this country is linked to fear. Over the last several years, I felt the continuing need to verify and justify my existence as an American. So much so that I found myself doubting my own identity too. And yet there is one emotion that has helped me push back against all of this negativity. Love. I remind myself constantly that it is out of love that I question. Because I believe that we all should do better, that we all deserve better, and that we all can be better.