I was stuck in the practice studio again. It was late and the train stopped running. To be honest, I had waited for it to stop so I could practice alone and obsess over my imperfections. I was restless. I was scared. But it was something I wanted to do, and so I stayed in that room overnight.
Over time, my fear in my heart began to evaporate. Only the fun air of dancing persisted. For the longest time, I believed that the weak, small, powerless me I imagined was real. When I danced, I could only think of my own weight or the length of my body or my speed or my strength. However, the me who danced wasn't small nor weak. My stuttering movements became more fluid and I improved. I grew the way fingernails do. Slowly. I realized that I was actually an expressive person. I felt this way when I danced, like I was saying everything I couldn't. When I started to dance I, for the first time, started to like myself.
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HYYH The Notes Chronologically
FanfictionAll the notes from HYYH The Notes in chronological order. These are not my translations, I simply typed them out, ordered, and compiled them for you to enjoy. :)
