Out of all those kinds of people,
                                                You got a face with a view.

Tiny Dancer and Tree.

I’ve missed being a ballerina. It was the only sport that I ever enjoyed. I tried netball when I was younger and concluded that it was a boring and intolerable. I hated the uniform and I hated the rules. I felt stupid prancing around the court, bouncing the white ball and shooting it towards my teammates and pretending to give a fuck. I think that maybe I just didn’t understand competitive sports. Ballet made sense to me. I was taught how to use every part of my body, and I liked that. Every limb mattered and no muscle group was spared, even our fingertips had to be carried a certain way. I liked the structure but also the fragility - the rules could be broken so easily and so dangerously. It was more exciting than breaking a rule in netball and being told to sit on the bench. If you didn’t follow the structure in ballet, you could break your ankle.  Ballet was like being told to ‘stay within the lines’, but my lines were the degree my leg could be raised without injuring myself. My borders weren’t a court, they were my own body. I liked having that much responsibility and not having to depend on my team. I even liked my leotard and my pink shoes. I really liked my pink shoes.