11

Ever since I was a little girl, I had this innate connection to the number 11.

It stemmed from my love for being number 1. When I was in grade school, we would organize by alphabetical order. Since my last name started with a ‘B’, I was always first. I loved that number, I always wanted to be that number. But in the third grade, there was someone with a last name before mine. I became number 2, and I hated it.

I was genuinely mad and upset about it deep down for months. After some time, I realized there was nothing I could do. That being mad wasn’t going to change the fact or fix anything. I decided to embrace the new number and let it go. 1 was still my favorite, but I didn’t mind being 2 anymore. I mean at least I wasn’t 3...2 is actually a decent number.

All the following years in that school I was back to being 1, yet I come to appreciate 2 and would’ve been fine either way. My love and appreciation for the number 11 is a way to incorporate the two numbers together. Having two of the number 1, since 1 is still my favorite, is where my love for the number 11 all began! ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ