Blame it on my southern, oldest/middle child (the second twin complex), red-headed stepchild, female disposition, but I apologize entirely too much. I am tired of saying sorry for things that I am not nor ever will or should be sorry for.
Consider this my gospel of refusals:
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I am not sorry that I am beautiful.
I am not sorry for knowing that I am beautiful.
I am not sorry that you telling me I am beautiful does not add any value to my self worth nor does it put me under an enchantment spell.
I am not sorry if I am uninterested.
I am not sorry for not pretending that I am interested.
I am not sorry if my independence magnifies your insecurities.
I am not sorry for asking for what I want.
I am not sorry for demanding what I am worth.
I am not sorry for refusing to settle for anything less.
I am not sorry for how I feel.
I am not sorry for ugly crying.
I am not sorry for laughing like an idiot.
I am not sorry for having a strong voice and using it.
I am not sorry for knowing when silence speaks louder.
I am not sorry for setting healthy boundaries.
I am not sorry for determining what and who stays outside of those boundaries.
I am not sorry that I learned better.
I am not sorry for being the first to say "sorry."
I am not sorry that simply saying "sorry" is not enough.
I am not sorry for preferring menswear.
I am not sorry for wearing that dress.
I am not sorry if you cannot keep up.
I am not sorry if my tattoos color outside the lines of your picture of beauty.
I am not sorry that I have presence when I enter a room.
I am not sorry for being conscious of my presence.
I am not sorry that I am recognized for my hard work.
I am not sorry for knowing I'm damn good at my work.
I am not sorry for cursing.
I am not sorry for how my ambition may make you look in comparison.
I am not sorry for offering help.
I am not sorry for admitting when I need help.
I am not sorry that my stubbornness refuses to let me give up.
I am not sorry for still believing in the power of prayer.
I am not sorry for my constant pursuit of better.
I am not sorry if my way isn't on the itinerary or in the manual.
I am not sorry for knowing that I do not need to compete for anyone or any affection.
I am not sorry for refusing to treat women like my opponents, for they are my teammates.
I am not sorry that my standards of success are measured in my works, not in my relationship status.
I am not sorry for my pizza PDA.
I am not sorry if my peanut butter lip syncs, terrible dancing, and spontaneous serenades embarrass you.
I am not sorry that I am not afraid to look like a total idiot.
I am not sorry that I don't know that song.
I am not sorry that I need to use Google Maps for most trips.
I am not sorry for the parts of me that will always be messy (my hair, my place, my thoughts, my handwriting, etc., etc.).
I am not sorry that I really love pumpkin, everything.
I am not sorry that I speak in hyperboles.
I am not sorry that I really love the color orange and it has nothing to do with football.
I am not sorry that I do not like football.
I am not sorry for sending long texts.
I am not sorry if you can see my bra.
I am not sorry that I need a tampon.
I am not sorry that I don't want to repeat myself.
I am not sorry that my face mirrors my emotions.
I am not sorry if my expression mirrors how you make me feel.
I am not sorry if my expression causes intimidation.
I am not sorry for asking questions when I am confused.
I am not sorry for needing more explanation.
I am not sorry for putting myself first.
I am not sorry for holding you accountable.
I am not sorry for telling you what you need to hear, not what you want to hear.
I am not sorry for knowing I cannot save you nor can you save me.
I am not sorry for admitting I was right.
I am not sorry for admitting I was wrong.
I am not sorry for being feral.
I am not sorry for my lack of domestication.
I am not sorry if this means nothing to you.
I am not sorry for not being sorry.
