I am a woman. I love being a woman. A woman who is conscious. 

I am straight. I love falling in love with a man. A man who loves my resilience, voice, and mind.

I am a Chicana. I love my heritage. A heritage that resonates within my soul.

I am a sister. I love being a sister. A sister who shares an unbreakable bond with her siblings. 

I am a daughter. I love my mom and dad. A mom and dad who have loved me unconditionally and always stayed by my side.

I am a reader. I love a good book. A book that takes me away, and then away again.

I am a writer. I love writing down a million words. A million words that come together to tell my story.

I am a cry-baby. I love having a good cry. A long, dramatic cry over something trivial and over something real. 

I am messy. I love making a mess of things. A mess that I procrastinate to even get started cleaning.

I am crazy. I love being a crazy person. A crazy person who isn’t afraid to break through normal, restrictive boundaries. 

I am imperfect. I love having many imperfections within myself. A perfect person is just not me.

I am hopeful. I love having hope within every ounce of me. A hopeful person can inspire the next to hold hope in their own heart.   

I am human. I love being remarkably human. A completely complex, imperfect and crazy human in this insanely scary and beautiful world.

I am all of these things and more.

I am what I am.

And…

I am good enough for me, I am good enough.