#FirstBlog Behind The Journey

This isn’t about a musical track, a video, or a selfie.

It’s about me, my story, my roots, and the road that shaped me into the artist I am today.

Leaving Home Without a Map

I left home young. No acceptance. No safety net. I had to raise myself, teach myself, survive and be in the arms of life itself.

It became my teacher, sometimes gentle, often brutal. Art became my escape, my sanctuary, my way of speaking when words failed. In the absence of family who could see me for who I am, I found a chosen family—people who loved without conditions, who saw the light even when I only saw shadows.

The Leap to Freedom

In 2020, everything shifted inside-out:I left my home country for good and committed myself entirely to my art.

Since then, I’ve lived in France between different cities but always landed back in Paris—all of those cities challenged and expanded me.I’ve performed in venues I once only dreamed of, collaborated with creatives who inspire me daily, and stood in rooms where my younger self would have felt invisible.

But the journey wasn’t all beauty and applause.I’ve faced love, betrayal, burnout, imposter syndrome, breakdowns, even death threats.I met souls that healed me and others who projected their wounds to make mine bigger.

I lost pieces of myself along the way… but I also discovered versions of me I didn’t know existed.

From Design to Music, From Silence to Volume

Before music became my loudest voice, graphic design was my first language. I poured myself into colors, digital creation, and shapes because they felt safer than lyrics and melodies.

But slowly, my art started demanding sound. My designs became covers. My edits became musical demos.Then my music became the place where my past, my queerness, my culture, and my vision could coexist without compromise.

Coming from a place where my music, my lyrics, and my style are still not accepted—where they’re silenced every single day—I still choose to listen to that young boy inside me, the one who never stopped dreaming.

Choosing Me, Every Day

Five years passed since I started, I stand here—choosing myself above everything else. My peace. My truth. My mental health.

No more shrinking. No more guilt. No more bending for family, friends, or strangers afraid of what they don’t understand.

Judgement won’t affect me today.I am OUTER than ever, ready to be seen, ready to actually be judged.

I’m not here to be labeled—angel, villain, diva—I am all of it. I am none of it. Every version of me is valid, and I honor them all.

Living Out Loud

This isn’t just my first blog. It’s a chapter—a commitment to live fully, to create unapologetically, to turn every bruise into a brushstroke.

To anyone out there feeling unseen: you are not alone. Your story matters. And when you’re ready, your voice will be your freedom.

Until the next song writes itself, I’ll be here, living it.

M.