I am deliberate (on occasion) and afraid [of nothing].
I am tired (but I’m pretending I’m not, because actually displays of fatigue are not cute).
I am hungry (but only for “healthy,” “whole,” “culturally-relevant,” foods that look good on Instagram).
I am OK (ahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahaha).
I am worthy (of discussions that argue my worth, especially on social media).
I am happy (enough, considering).
I am a boss (ahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahaha).
I am a leader (unless I am a boss).
I am real (until my hair, nails and purse are questioned by a stranger in a public setting).
I am grateful for my circumstances (unless those circumstances have led to poverty).
I am grateful for my [chosen] family.
I can say no (ahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahaha).
I wish a bitch would | for those who are sincerely looking for bitch to wish.
I wish a bitch would | for those who are likely the bitch who would.
I wish a bitch would | for those who think AAVE and its usage are a personality trait.
I have agency (depending on the setting).
I have abundance (that is student loan debt and worries).
I have the right to choose (unless six people in black robes say otherwise).
I ask for help (with online purchases and online purchases only).
I offer help (even when I am beyond my own capacity).
I love my body (despite the gnawing disassociation I feel in the mirror, in the dressing room, when I look at pictures, when I see other bodies that resemble mine).
I love my life (especially when it’s being celebrated).
I choose freedom (because I like mysterious concepts).
I choose me (unless something comes up).