Let’s be Gen Z

I'm the shit that mommy told me doesn't stink.

I’m offense taken to anything and everything I do not agree with.

I'm the "Pastel Colors of the rainbow hair" that is horribly cut, along with mom jeans and ironic T-shirts from the 80s that they would never know about without media.

I’m living my entire life on TikTok.

I'm a roly poly girl, the definition of unfuckable. So I identify as 'they', asexual and any other label that will help me avoid the inevitable rejection coming my way.

A generation ago, I would be a fag hag, but now....well..... I march to the beat of my own drum!!!

I'm the assumption that we're doing something that's never been done before.

I'm the failed belief that minimal effort is equivalent to contribution.

I'm socially inept.

I can multitask at work. Look - I'm reading personal email while posting on IG.

I'm the impending realization that youth has passed me by.

I learned the truth at 17.

I'm the convenient label given to being socially inept at R8.

Neurodivergent y'all!!!

I’m the little thin line, squiggly tattoos. A little bird in the inset of my hand; a tiny clover, a scepter, a diamond and a squirrel on my thigh. So cute!

I’m like no cap, saying that bro is like sus af, like for real bro, no cap, he’s totally sus, bro!