For years, I lived by standards I thought I was supposed to have. Standards that kept me small, quiet, agreeable, and easy to digest. I tolerated things that scraped against my spirit. I accepted dynamics that hollowed me out. And I carried versions of myself that were never mine to begin with.
The truth? I wasn't confused. I wasn't lost. I wasn't broken.
So, I stopped running from the label. I stopped defending myself against it, and I stopped trying to soften who I was to make other people comfortable.
Instead, I claimed it. I refined it. I elevated it.
I made it First Class.


