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Shally Zomorodi is one of the more well-known and incredibly prolific members of the Iranian diaspora. Her day job is as a news anchor of Fox 5 San Diego Morning News where she’s been waking up San Diego for more than a decade now. However, her journalism career spans over two decades at this point, including a two-year stint in Texas where I live. But over the years, she’s also been heavily involved in the greater Iranian community, through her show Bereez o bepaz, through the many lives she does on her Instagram page interviewing other Iranians, or giving glimpses into her embrace of Iranian traditions in her home, through her Iranian gher breaks on her morning news show, and so much more. 


Shally won the title of Mrs. California Globe and was 3rd runner-up to Mrs. US GLOBE. She also held the titles of Miss Orange County Teen USA and Miss Orange County USA. It was during her competition at MISS CALIFORNIA USA that Shally won an award in journalism. She left law school to pursue her dream to work in broadcasting and says she is working her dream job every day because of pageants. Shally recently started her Podcast, It is what it is with SHALLZ, talking all things life. Shally also just wrote and published her first children’s book, ‘Myla. Caterpillars become Butterflies,’ addressing bullying. 

"Throughout many years of school I was bullied and called names because I didn’t fit in. Because I looked different. Sometimes I look back and it still stings. You may have experienced this as well and maybe you do today. As I still do. Even as an adult. Everyday. I look back at my childhood and how I have grown emotionally and because of it I deal with bullies very differently today. I built something with the rocks they threw at me. I am stronger. Resilient. And now I am focused on preparing my 4 children to deal with the same bullies. Because they exist. They are there. But how we deal with them - how we react to them - how we let them in our lives - that is up to us. Yes I worry my children will shed the tears I once did but one of the greatest lessons I am teaching them is to be good to each other. Be kind. Be love. It’s OK to cry but just remember my little one - Caterpillars do turn into butterflies."

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