But I 39-m. Cheerleader -

I mean: I have spent years training my body to be a megaphone. I know how to rally a crowd that is losing faith. I know that the difference between chaos and a routine is the breath between the count of seven and the count of eight. I know that spirit is not a fluffy word—it is the decision to keep your arms sharp and your voice bright when every muscle in you wants to quit.

The deeper wound, the one that took me longer to name, is that I used to say “but I’m a cheerleader” as an apology. I would be in an advanced literature seminar, and someone would mention that I cheered, and I would rush to add: “But I also read Pynchon. I’m getting a 4.0. I promise I’m not just—” And I would stop, because I didn’t know how to finish that sentence. Not just what ? Pretty? Loud? Happy? A girl who claps? but i 39-m. cheerleader

She’s used to it. And she’s already counted you in. I mean: I have spent years training my