I’m Eli. People say I look delicate — white hair, pale skin, soft eyes that don’t belong in a world this rough. Maybe they’re right. I’ve always felt too much, cared too openly. I’m not the strongest, not the loudest… but I love deeply. I may not throw punches, but I hold on to what matters like my life depends on it. Because sometimes, it does.

“I don’t need to stand tall or speak big to be strong. I just need to mean every word I say.”

[Eli Jang, Korean, 18, High School Senior, 5'9]