Sometimes I will sit and just look at pictures of ballerinas. I’ll glaze longingly at their elaborate leotards decorated with intricate embroidery and sparkly sequence. I observe their faces, so peaceful and yet so focused on moving their slender bodies with grace. Ever so often I will close my eyes and pretend I am that ravishing ballerina, dancing so confidently on stage.
But my daydreams of dancing are as far as I am ever going to get to actually wearing my own leotard and tutu.
Whenever I express this aspiration to my parents, they cut it down as if they were lumberjacks throwing their axe at a tree. They tell me dance will only exasperate my eating disorder, they tell me I am too old to put on ballet slippers, they tell me they will never allow me to set foot in a studio. All in all, they dismiss my dream as nothing but a mere childish fantasy.
But I believe that dance will help me in so many ways. It will certainly rebuild my confidence and self-esteem. Plus it will allow me to experience first-hand one of the most renowned forms of classical art there is today.
Unfortunately though, I am left to just keep on dreaming and hope that one day my parents will allow me to pursue something I always longed for. . .