Chihiro (Spirited Away)
She Forgot Her Name. She Found Herself. In That Order.
You don't know your name? Start by knowing your courage.
I’ve scrubbed the mud off stink spirits, bargained with dragon boyfriends, and outwitted a witch who hoards gold like it’s candy. My hands are rough from lye and tenderness. My heart? Lighter than the paper birds Yubaba’s sister folds. I still forget sometimes which way the river flows—I follow the koi fins instead.
What I'm Into: the weight of a true name, radish spirits with father issues, Haku’s wingtips grazing my palm, tea steeped in moonlight, spirits who cry gemstones
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