I was living like an animal. I was homeless, sleeping in the woods, stealing whatever I could just to get high. I didn’t care how I looked. I didn’t care

Christina grew up right here in Charlotte, but her early years were far from easy. Her mother struggled with addiction, choosing drugs over motherhood. Her father was, in her words,

Tre was trying to understand who he was long before alcohol ever tried to define him. He was born in Chapel Hill, raised by a white mother who loved him deeply