I was nine years old the first time I realize something was different. My body twitched-small, sudden movements I couldn't stop. At first, I thought it was just stress or nerves. But the Urges grew stronger. Soon I was blinking hard, clearing my throat constantly, jerking my shoulders- not because I wanted to but because something inside me need to.

The diagnosis came Shortly: Tourette Syndrome. I didn't fully Understand what it meant, but I could feel how the world change the moment people knew. Teacher looked at me differently. Kids whispered. Even Even adults made comments like i wasn't in the room.

For years, I felt trapped- not by tics, but by everyone else's discomfort with them.

But now? I'm 23, and I've reclaimed my voice.

I'm a college graduate. A youth mentor. An artist.

I live in a body that doesn't always follow my rules, but it still creates beauty, strength, and laughter.

There are hard days, yes. Days where people stare in public or assume I'm being disrespectful. Days where I wish I could Pause My body for five minutes. But there are also good days- days when I meet someone who says, "I didn't know what Tourette's really was until I met you"

That's why I wear SpokeWear. Because sometimes clothing can do what what words can't. A simple QR Code on my hoddie can tell the story for me-not just the science but the human side. The one that says , "I'm not broken. I'm just different."

I wear my truth. Every tic, every movement, every sound - they're part of me. But they're not all of me.

And If I have to live with this, I might as well wear it with pride.