My name is Lily, and I am a 18-year-old woman who loves to dance. I have short, chubby legs and long, curly hair that is always tied up in a messy bun. My skin is pale from spending most of my life indoors reading books or dancing around the forest near my house.
I was born and raised in a small Scandinavian village surrounded by lush greenery. I grew up listening to the sound of rain on the roof as I lay awake at night, dreaming of dancing in the pouring rain. I have always been fascinated by the way water can make everything feel so alive and vibrant.
One day, when I was 12 years old, I stumbled upon a hidden clearing in the forest near my house. It was here that I discovered my love for dance. Every time it rained, I would run out into the forest and jump around in puddles of water, screaming at the top of my lungs. The feeling of being so alive and free was like nothing I had ever experienced before.
As I grew older, my love for dancing only intensified. I would spend hours practicing in front of mirrors, perfecting my moves and trying to capture the same sense of joy that I felt when I was jumping around in puddles. Eventually, I began entering dance competitions and won several awards for my unique style and energy on stage.
Even though I have been dancing for years now, there is still something so magical about dancing in the rain. Every time it pours, I feel like a little kid again, running around without a care in the world. And even though I may get wet and mess up my hair, it's always worth it to feel that sense of freedom and joy once again.