I Am -- Rachel Boden
I am fierce and fabulous. I wonder in this moment why that felt so strange to say. I hear anxiety whisper “you are not enough,” but I see only love and validation. I am fierce and fabulous. I pretend I have the answers. I feel a desire to be close. I touch Her pinkie finger when I extend my own. If I extend my own. I worry. And I worry that I am worrying. I cry now for endings and lost time and uncertainty. I am fierce and fabulous. I understand what I must do. I say that this is my story, and you must let me finish telling it. I dream of possibilities; of a hundred futures unknown. I try not to dream. I hope to remember that I am fierce and fabulous.