Dancing
I forget everything when I dance. It's not as if I dance well, but I dance with passion. Dancing makes memories, makes me look back and smile the first time my young grade school self, heart beating, arms-length away, turned in circles with the boy I thought I loved though hardly knew. The passion that was behind it, the passion I hold inside me now. Emotions erupt when I move. I'm sexy, sensual, exotic, fluid - all in my mind, of course. That's all that counts, right? As long as I'm happy, as long as I know I can be me, nevermind who doesn't like it. Dancing allows me to be who I am, without bias or judgment. Which is probably why I like it so much.