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So when I say “but I’m a cheerleader” now, I mean something specific.
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
After class, she asked what I wanted to write my final paper on. I said I didn’t know. She said: “Write about the magic. Write about what it costs to be the one who makes everyone else feel brave.” So when I say “but I’m a cheerleader”
We are not a series of contradictions. We are a routine: each move flowing into the next, the high-energy chant making space for the quiet huddle, the fall making the recovery mean something. I’m getting a 4
These days, when someone tries to dismiss me with a smirk and a “but you’re a cheerleader,” I don’t get defensive. I don’t explain. I just smile—full, bright, the kind of smile that says I know something you don’t —and I say: