I broke my foot less than a week before Beyoncé came to Atlanta for Cowboy Carter… and I still wasn’t missing it. The last time she was here, I was at the Renaissance concert. My first EVER concert. I have severe social anxiety, no ticket the day of, and was going alone. I made my own outfit and vlogged the whole experience told myself if I could just get there, maybe magic would happen and get a ticket. Three minutes before she hit the stage, a scalper offered me a ticket. I was so desperate, I dragged him to the gate with me to make sure it was real 😅 my surprise, I was just one section off the floor RIGHT by the stage. That moment changed my life. The crowd, the energy (we won the challenge) the compliments on my outfit… my anxiety melted away. That night, I realized I was capable of more than I ever thought possible. If I could show up to a Beyonce concert, I can walk my behind inside a grocery store without a panic attack. So this year, when I broke my foot just days before ...