Movement here gave me a new sheet, completely empty one. Nobody knew me, I could be whatever I wanted but the problem was that I didn’t know who I wanted to be. During past several years my self-confidence has dropped to the lowest level, I was really shy one, who had many complexes and hated herself for everything. Therefore my first meetings with new people in Lisbon reminded a free fall from somewhere extremely high. I was very afraid that they won’t like me, that I will seem to them boring, terrible or annoying. But the more people I met, the more stories I heard the more comfortable I felt with myself. Somehow people here were accepting me as I was, with all my fears, disadvantages and strangeness and of course I couldn’t believe that. Mostly because my whole life I was always trying to be perfect, I knew that I wasn’t one of those “candy face” beauties therefore always tried to compensate that everywhere I could. I was imprisoned by my own imagination how the perfect person should look like and completely forgot that real beauty is about imperfections and being different..
