01/03/2026
My word for 2026: UNAPOLOGETIC
I’ve spent too many years apologizing for taking up space. I put myself through conversion therapy, trying to erase parts of myself to make others comfortable. I grieved those lost years—the versions of me I buried, the joy I denied myself, the authenticity I traded for acceptance that was never really mine to earn.
I’ve encountered transphobia wrapped in willful ignorance, and I’m done making myself smaller to accommodate it. I’m done educating people who choose not to learn. I’m done shrinking.
This year, I’m choosing unapologetic. Not as aggression, but as liberation. Not as confrontation, but as truth.
Unapologetic in my existence.
Unapologetic in my boundaries.
Unapologetic in my refusal to tolerate what diminishes me or my community.
Unapologetic in my joy, my anger, my wholeness.
I will not apologize for surviving what was meant to break me.
I will not apologize for becoming who I always was.
To anyone who needs to hear this: you don’t owe anyone an apology for being yourself. Not ever.
Here’s to 2026. Unapologetic and free.
