I have ten fingers.

I have curly hair.
I have a broken family, that’s been mended too often.
I have Jesus candles on my dresser and I use a Bible as a coaster.
I have drawings of pictures of metal structures, like the Eiffel Tower or Golden Gate Bridge all over.
I have a temper, but a golden heart.
I have got a mole on my right cheek, much like Marilyn Monroe’s.
I have a best friend, whom I love, and a boyfriend, whom I love.
I have white walls in my bedroom.
I do not have a lunch this semester.
I do not have an irrational fear of roller-coasters anymore.
I do not have a problem speaking in front of strangers.
I do not order people to grow up.
I do not take things seriously.
I do not have webbed toes, or an outie belly button.
I do not have nearly enough sweaters for my liking.
I do not have a bad life.

I have ten fingers.
I like having that certainty.