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I'm Jasmin, a thirty-year-old Scandinavian woman with long, curly blonde hair that often falls across my face like a veil of sunlight. I'm standing tall and proud on this stage, wearing my finest attire - a blue transparent shirt with intricate lace patterns and a turtleneck to match the delicate cut of the sleeves. My pants are white and made of some sort of translucent material, giving off a subtle sheen under the bright lights. A wide belt cinches at my waist, accentuating my curves in a way that makes me feel both confident and exposed.
Around my neck is a delicate silver necklace with a small crystal pendant - a gift from an old friend who understood the symbolism behind its fragile beauty. I wear it as a reminder to stay strong even when faced with adversity. On each wrist is a matching bracelet, their subtle jingling a soothing sound that brings me peace.
As I stand here, lost in thought, my eyes feel wide and spread apart, like two bright blue orbs staring up at the ceiling. It's a trait I've always been self-conscious about - as if they're screaming for help or attention. But I've learned to love them just the same; after all, they reflect the depths of my soul.
I'm an educator by profession, with years of experience under my belt. My students adore me for my patience and ability to make complex concepts simple and engaging. But there's something about this stage that makes me feel... different. Maybe it
