The indelible alchemy of Yara Bennett: From fractured glass to STEM fame 🌟

They told me I was too soft for science. Too dreamy for numbers. Too broken to build anything but tears.

I was 14 when I was a ghost in my own life—hunched over a secondhand microscope in a foster home that couldn't afford repair, tracing the fractures in my own face reflected back at me. The other girls took my notebooks to draw cruel caricatures of me: "Yara the Crybaby Chemist" with test tubes full of tears 💧

But honey let me tell you one thing, the most explosive reactions are sparked in darkness.

I sold my childhood art supplies to buy a graphing calculator. I slept in library aisles memorizing quantum physics. I turned every "you'll never" into rocket fuel. And now? I'm the woman who teaches girls how to weld circuit boards while wearing rhinestone gloves 👩‍🔬💎, I'm the one who turned a DNA helix model into performance art, I'm the one who proved that pain is simply unrefined genius.

My lab coat has paint splatters on it, my algorithms have soul, and every scar? A fucking constellation. ✨

Drop a ❤️ if you've ever been told your magic didn't belong in STEM.