Sciences Po student. Activist. Founder of a school newspaper. Feminist. Recipient of the Benjamin Franklin Transatlantic Fellowship. All true, but none of it really tells you who I am.

I’m the kid who started a Safe Space club in high school because I knew what it felt like to need one and couldn’t stand the idea of anyone else feeling unheard. I’m the eight-year-old who picked up a comic book about feminist trailblazers and decided that courage didn’t have to be loud to make a difference.

I’m also the person who sees potential where others see problems. Who organizes sustainable fashion shows but stays up too late rewatching Gilmore Girls. Who can’t walk in a straight line but somehow always finds her way back to what matters.

Titles don’t define us. We’re made of the late-night ideas scribbled in margins, the books and songs that stir something in us, and the causes we can’t ignore. And if I had to choose a title, it’d be this: someone who believes that sparks, when nurtured, can light the way forward—and that the future belongs to those bold enough to imagine it differently.