Twelve years ago Steve Rosenfield was working a 9-to-5 job. While successful, he wasn’t happy.
Closed off and uncomfortable being honest, he had a hard time connecting to those around him. So he quit his job, and spent four years traveling the world.
When he finished he asked his friend Amanda to display her greatest insecurity proudly on her body. And she did.
1. As did more than a thousand more…
“I am not my vices”
2. “I am not my depression”
3. “I am not my hips”
4. “I am not my dyslexia”
5. “I am not my success”
6. “I am not my sentence”
“25 to life. That’s what they told me I was facing for the 2 counts of involuntary manslaughter, 18 counts of trafficking narcotics and 1 count of conspiracy. At 15 years old, I managed to gain all of that in one. single. night. The worst night of my life. The night that I decided that it would be cool to steal some methadone pills, sell them at the Homecoming football game and I gave into peer pressure…Two of my friends, young boys whom I loved and cared for, who were 15 and 17 years old, died that night from overdosing. Dead. Lives GONE, families TORN. I was arrested a few days later and then sentenced to 12 years. By the grace of God, I served only 4 in a youth prison down in Southern California, and at 19, I was released.”