Identity. I have lost but am trying to find my identity. I'm slowly rebuilding myself from the ground up. I'm a hard worker, a fashionista, a gymnast, a friend. These things define me, they help people know who I am. When I moved and was meeting people, everyone was curious about my identity. Who was I? What did I do, what was I like. With moving I have a chance to find a new one. To shed my old skin and make a new one. But I almost don't want to. I want to keep my old idenetity. I loved who I was and I want to stay the same even though I'm changing. I'm learning, I'm adjusting, I'm losing innosence and that is changing my identity.