I am slowly growing into my skin and dancing is my fast-forward button for it. I am naturally anxious, and I find it challenging to remember that I can just be me – the quirky, nerdy, kind, funny, childish, bossy, smart me. And it’s not up to society to define who I should be. One of the few moments when I manage to do it is when I am dancing in my living room, forests, empty streets; basically, where others can’t judge me because I am still a chicken 🙂 Continue reading Dancing my life away