One year old. Upside down with Dad. My favorite pastime at the time.
If I were bad girl. If I were free. I want only to…be free. Which I guess requires being a bad girl. A going against. If I were a bad girl I would chop off all my hair and walk around barefoot and lick my toes even if they were covered in dirt, just out of curiosity. I wouldn’t take a moment to question. I’d go go go. I wouldn’t censor and edit this as I’m writing it. I’d sit on random people’s laps and wrap my arms around them and tell them I loved them. I’d express how good it feels just to press bodies together, non sexually, for the sake of sharing the love of being alive and human. I’d bury my head in people’s chests and love them and have my arms holding them all the way around. I’d smell people. I’d give people compliments without a second thought. I’d smile at every person. I’d run around and do cartwheels in the streets and let my skirt flip up exposing my underwear! I’d be loud in public! I’d just stand anywhere and throw my head back and HOWL or GROWL at the sky with every ounce of my being. Skinned knees and painted toes with jewels around my neck.
Age 7 or 8. Dancing in the Living Room.