"I will be everything you want. Just tell me what you want."
"My real identity is just the people's judgment."
"Will I be able to find the real me?"
-Park Jimin
A collab with @jennniferwinget30
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I started to try to see the real me in myself, but I don't even know how to know the real us.
I was never taught to be myself, and I don't know how to be myself, so I decided to ask Taehyung to help me out.
He said to me, "To find yourself you should get to know what you love to do."
Even though I care what other people think about me, but Tae says that it doesn't last long and eventually you won't find happiness due to it, so in order to be myself, I should find what makes me happy.
I changed back to who I was. I changed my hair color to black and wore a white tee with a pair of black pants, which is my favorite outfit.
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I went early to the dance class and the lady at the counter greeted me and said that no one has arrived, yet. You can practice in the room till someone else arrives. I thanked her and walked to the room and decided to do my own dance so I connected my phone to my Bluetooth speaker and set it on the wooden table nearby.
I quickly went back to the middle of the room and played a song using my phone.
My foot tapped to the steady beat. Back and forth, I swayed as the beat picked up the pace.
My arms leave my body as the music grows louder. My eyes are drunk on fire and my lips kiss the threshold of liberty as I dance my inhibitions away.
My fingers click to the right and click to the left. My elbows gracefully tear through the air, in perfect rhyme with my feet, which trace a curve that no menace can surpass. I is for myself today. My feet now hit the floor, in a boisterous cry for all that was denied.
As one arm is outstretched, my waist jerks outward vivaciously. It seems to reject all the silent judgment that the world offered to me all this while. The other arm follows suit with yet another jerk of my waist. There is nothing that can calm my tempestuous gale.
My feet explore the arena as I slide across with poise.
I stop at the end of the room. (A/N: I had to refer the dance scene from Quora to make it more interesting and descriptive. Credit to the real owners.)
The song ended with my dance. I walked to the table on which my speaker was kept, and shut it down. When I was about to turn back, I heard applause.
