Mr. Trump,

My name is Brooke-Adrienne.

I am a woman of Native American and Latina heritage. I am a student. I am 18 years old, I am dark skinned, I am curvier than some and, Mr. Trump, I am afraid.

I am afraid of being judged. When I walk down the street, I am afraid of not being taken seriously by strangers, friends or professionals. You have said that people of my heritage are incapable of properly doing their jobs because of their race. If I attend law school, you will doubt my ability to represent white Americans as a lawyer, and you will doubt my ability to be a fair and impartial judge.

I am afraid to be classified as a criminal, a rapist or a drug lord. I am dark skinned, but I was raised well and I have strong morals. I am not any of these things, Mr. Trump. I am afraid to become another statistic to you.

I am afraid to live in a country in which I will be told that I am less of a woman because of the way I look. I am afraid that your supporters will target me because I look like someone that you believe should be deported. I am an American citizen, though I may not look like one to you. I am more than dark skin and prominent curves.

I am afraid of the opinions of men. How often do they look at me and think the things that you have thought? Will their judgment on me be a repeat of that of Alicia Machado? Am I just another Miss Housekeeping? Another Miss Piggy?

Will other hopeful little girls listen to your words and choose to skip dinner in favor of another workout? And, if they do, will you praise them for trying to look more like your image of a woman?

I am concerned on behalf of all women like me. How many times will you say the same things, Mr. Trump? If you become the president, will the power behind your words cause even more destruction?

I am afraid to live in a country where I feel like I should be ashamed of my heritage because I am not a skinny, white, upper-class woman.

I am afraid, Mr. Trump, and I hope you can see why.

Thank you,

Brooke-Adrienne