Female

I am a pink ball of laughter that sometimes comes in a spiky package.
It is a funny task to try to sum up the core of who you are in 200 words or less. Perhaps I am making this more complicated than it needs to be, which would be very telling now wouldn’t it. So, I am at a pause looking at my hands as they type this, wondering what it is that they might know. What it is that seems so hard for me to articulate.
Who am I? I ask the freckle on the back of my right hand. It smiles at me laughing and tells me stories of the sunny days it has seen. Stories of the tears it has wiped and the other hands it has held. My delicate little freckle with so much wisdom confesses to being kissed once, twice, perhaps a few more times than that.
But like the backs of my hands and the rest of my body, I am being born again and again. Sloughing off the old to make room for the new. I am something that changes daily, with each moment with each breath. I give myself permission to do this and know full well that by the time I stop, to look back and read this, I might think something completely different.
I am.
I am inquisitive and in constant exploration. I am growing, changing, evolving and morphing. I am pushing and pulling, rolling and playing with those around me who do the same. I am looking for people who run to the fire and dance in the flame, all the while laughing at the pain and writhing with ecstasy from the wonder of it all.
I live in the moment.
Here I am.
Come, let’s go play.
Now is the time for all things.