I am a dancer.

I am a dancer:
A woman to be proud of.
Worthy of all the love in the world.
Small, but mighty.
Stronger than you can even imagine.
Headstrong, independent, and sassy.
Young, but not a child.
Learning to open up and embrace the moment.
Moving forward from my past, but never forgetting where I come from.
Living my life on my terms.
Brave, passionate, and dedicated.
Letting go of old anger, slowly but surely.
Constantly growing, evolving, and learning.
Learning to love myself and my body.
Tenacious, joyful, and so very bad-ass.
Hurting, but not broken.
Inspired and inspirational.
Embodying the soul and spirit of an artist.
I am a dancer, a true dancer, and nothing can ever take that away.

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I know this is where I should write something about myself, but I felt that the above (from which my blog's title is derived) tells more about me than I could ever express. I wrote it in October 2010, while I was recovering from a broken hip, and wasn't sure when or if I would be able to dance again, and it's one of the rare pieces I've written that I can go back and read without cringing at my own inadequacy as a writer.