Dina Charara

If I had a pocket full of pixie dust I know exactly what I’d with it. I would sprinkle my magical dust far and wide  and turn this world into an innocent, forgiving, beautiful place. Everyone could see the world through my eyes. The way an artist sees it. An itinerant soul, I’ve spent eternity adrift on an endless sea of wondrous change. I’ve experienced the good and the bad this world has to offer and I’ve embraced every moment. I’ve been elated, I’ve been hurt and I’ve been robbed of some of the things I hold dearest.

There were times in my life I was suffocated by the weight of unanswered questions. I looked inside, and in introspection I found the truth. I deconstructed my pain. I understood my sorrow. Innocence was behind me. With Pixie Dust, I sought to reflect my journey to womanhood. How I found my inner strength and went from someone who sees the world as a rainbow to someone who sees it for what it really is. Still just as beautiful. To forge a legacy, I had to sweat. The time for dreaming was over.