As a trans woman, many of her truest moments happened behind a closed door in a bedroom. “The ritual of putting make-up on, dancing and singing in front of her own reflection, and cultivating hobbies like collage and reading graphic novels, were vulnerable moments of solitude,” Carolina says.
I would distract myself to the point where I didn’t even have a chance to think about it, and one of the things that I would do is on my off time, I would experiment with my femininity and womanhood. I would lock myself in the bathroom for hours and I would play with makeup, I would play with my mom’s clothes, I would just be able to be myself in those spaces.
It’s like when you’re trapped in a room and you can’t breathe and there’s a little window and you can just open the window for one second and just breathe fresh air, and it hits you and you’re like ‘okay, I can make it through the day,’ because you give yourself that opportunity to be yourself.”