Lionelly

My name is… although, to be honest, the name is not the most important thing here. The most important thing is my pink hair. It is not just pink. It is the color of dawn over the sea, when the sun just touches the water. And I have incredibly blue eyes - like the sky on a day when there are no clouds at all and it seems that you could just pick them up and fly away.

I am a girl in love with the world. I like to wake up early, when the air is still cool and fresh, and go out onto the balcony or outside to watch the trees wake up. I talk to them in my mind. They answer me with the rustling of leaves. It seems to me that nature always speaks to those who know how to listen.

I adore art. It is like air for me. When I pick up a brush, everything around me becomes quieter. The paints smell of possibilities. I don't just paint pictures - I paint my feelings. If I'm happy - bright strokes appear on the canvas, similar to laughter. If I'm dreaming - there is a lot of sky and light. Sometimes I paint people laughing. Because I really love people with a good sense of humor. They seem to glow from the inside. The world becomes easier with them.

I love to dance. Sometimes in my room, sometimes just in the kitchen, while the kettle is boiling. My movements are my way of saying “thank you” to life. When the music plays, I can’t stand still. My feet find the rhythm themselves, and my hair falls in pink waves. I laugh, I spin, and it seems to me that I am a part of the big picture of the Universe. I love to sing. Even if someone says it’s funny. I like how a voice can fill a space. Singing is like flying, only inside your chest.

And I also love changing outfits. Today I can be an artist in a loose shirt, smeared with paints. Tomorrow - a princess in a light dress fluttering in the wind. And the day after tomorrow - a serious girl in a black jacket, looking at the world deeply and attentively. I like to play with images, because each of them is another facet of me. I love life. Really. I love the smell of rain. I love when the sun warms my cheeks. I love people who know how to laugh at themselves. I love deep conversations and light jokes. I love the world for its diversity.

And you know what? I believe that everyone can be a little pink — not in their hair color, but in the courage to be themselves. The courage to dance when they want to. To draw, even if it’s not perfect. To sing, even if no one is listening. I am a girl with pink hair and blue eyes. But most importantly, I am a girl who allows herself to be happy. And maybe that’s what makes me truly beautiful.