I love ballet
I love laying on the floor and stretching
I love pushing the balls of my feet down to the floor with my hands with the hopes of more flexible ankles.
I love reaching out into the perfect pique arabesque, and if I’m lucky, staying there for a second.
I love flying in a sote.
My studio is just a building, my teacher is just another person for me to prove wrong, my friends are magnificent but they’re not what keeps me here.
Dance is my home, dance accepts me everyday. I wish it didn’t have to be this way with everything that’s going on right now in my level, but it’s comforting to know that no matter where I go, what part I get, what level I am, who yells at me, I can dance.
Nobody can earn my technique for me, but nobody can take it away either. God can give me the strength and the determination to get through this. But no human can take away what I have in my mind, which is the desire to be an outstanding dancer. And nobody can change my muscle memory, which I hope is good technique that I am only going to make better. It’s really comforting to know that I dance for myself, nobody does it for me, and no other person can change that. Even people who think I’m weird, even people who want to bring me down, even teachers who see nothing in me. They don’t determine my success as a dancer.