Archive footage from 2006 to 2010 of a young girl growing up between the age of four and eight. Words from a transgender man float to the surface as fleeting memories go on. Only fragments of what is remembered exists.  

An ever growing age of the digital world & globalization & of being filmed & watched & when our love letters turned into text messages. To the lost memories of when I knew childhood before the age of eight. I remember being a girl but I don’t. 

This piece is a love letter to my childhood before puberty made me hate my body & myself in the following years of the footage filmed — now on a path to an adulthood of healing & remembering.