I Come From

I come from Orange county, California.

I come from avocado toast.

I come from Pinky.

I come from four square.

I come from “your hair is so long and pretty.”

I come from “you have a mustache and you’re fat.”

I come from the ocean.

I come from inadequacy.

I come from success.

I come from dumb jokes.

I come from being present.

I come from dresses, specifically Prom 2016.

I come from people talking down to other based on their beliefs. 

I come from trust and support.

I come from teaching. 

I come from lifeguard/janitor. 

I come from skiing in Utah.

I come from college acceptance(s).

I come from kissing Nathan from Starbucks.

I come from marriage.

I come from Dad.

I come from roses.

I come from standing up for a friend. 

I come from good (enough) grades.

I come from feeling content with life choices.  

I come from artistic growth, and to escape the bully.

I come from Elinor and Park.

I come from Ajay.

I come from amazing friendships. 

I come from Nutcracker auditions, 2014.

I come from scars on my hands. 

I come from constant worrying. 

I come from stamina. 

I come from it’s becoming a business not a community.

I come from 10th street lunch parties. 

I come from “you are enough, you are enough.”

I come from injustice. 

I come from women.

I come from understanding. 

I come from respect.

I come from my body.

I come from Sabrina. 

I come from “she was capable and determines and loved with a full and open heart.”

I come from room temperature pancakes. 

I come from having faith. 

I come from my mom.

I come from cooking. 

I come from doing good things. 

I come from green.

I come from tumultuous. 

What is the most important?

Having a sound belief that everything is going to be okay.