My name is Stephanie Nguyen. I have one of the most common Vietnamese last names in existence. Yet, in respect to persona, I am far from common. I was raised as an only child by my father. Divorces have a tendency to break families apart, but it brought me and my father closer. He felt obligated to make up for my mother’s absence and therefore spoiled me like a princess. Although I preferred to have a motherly figure in my life, I accepted the circumstances. Instead, I sought comfort and closeness from friends. They have become my central support system. As a result, I highly value the quality of my relationships with the people around me. I have a compassionate nature. Sometimes, it forces me to compromise my needs to please others. I am struggling to find the fine balance. Like most people, I want to find my place in the grand scheme of things and make a notable difference.
Simply put, I am a perfectionist. I’m not sure whether it is a good or a bad thing, but I’ve learned to embrace the trait. I dance, I cry, I laugh, I play, I work, and I care, but for the most part, I dance. For as long as I can remember, I have dedicated hours on end to perfecting my technique in balletic and contemporary styles. It is safe to say that I am a performing artist. Dances are subject to the public eye because people dance with the intent of entertaining –another people pleaser aspect.
Many of the values I uphold are derived from dancing. It has become a source of self-discipline, commitment, therapy, communication, and happiness. Dancing makes me feel outside myself, important, and alive. It is a separate language that allows me to articulate myself when words will not suffice. I know that I have a long way to go in terms of skill and it is an endeavor I plan to take on for as long as my mind and body allow it. Eager for upgrades in life, my competitive and perfectionist needs constantly drive me forward to better both myself and the things I do. However, I am humanly far from perfect.