I can write my name.
I can name all the countries of South America in under 10 seconds.
I can forget what I’m about to say as I’m about to say it and sometimes I wonder what’s stronger – head or the heart.
I can whistle.
I can read up to three pages of a book before realizing I’m just seeing words while my mind is rotating through scenarios of what it’s like to not be alone.
I can cook.
I can dream and I can put blush on my cheeks but nothing beats the natural glow of being head over heels in lust.
I can cry.
I can lift my face up to the sky and smile because today I am healthy.
I can run and sometimes I like to pretend I’m running away but then I think of the shower and how life is actually okay.
I can open a Starburst wrapper with my tongue in under five minutes.
I can drink wine.
I can boil water.
I can find sea glass in the sand and I can build a snowman but to be honest, I’m basing that off memory because it’s been a while.
I can fishtail my hair and stand on my tippy toes for a long time because most things are a reach for me.
I can eat cheese and chocolate but peaches and plums make my tongue go numb.
I can laugh.
I can be dramatic until Mom tells me to snap out of it.
I can break a bone and know that recovery is temporary.
I can dance whenever the music moves me and sing but only when no one is listening.
I can swim but sometimes I struggle to keep my head above water.
I can love.
I can love when it’s unrequited and when it’s unconditional.
I can love when it’s in lust and when it’s only friendship.
I can love myself and I think that is a beautiful thing.