This photograph encapsulates my journey between the seemingly paradoxical identities of a feminine Cuban man. My parents taught me to deny my own femininity and immigrating to America inoculated me with a resentment towards my Cuban upbringing. I soon built a facade constructed with denial and cemented with heteronormativity. After some time, I began hating the disgusting veneer with which I had lived my life. Slowly I began to chip away at that false identity. On one hand this piece shows my transition as I start to reconcile my connection to my Cuban heritage, on the other, it exhibits my affinity for the feminine and how these two can coalesce. I am shown in a dress made out of tobacco leaves. Tobacco being one of Cuba's most revered commodities, it adorns the body of Cuba's least exalted export. This tension provides the catalyst to forge a bridge to a culture I once rejected and cultivate acceptance towards a once repressed self.