once upon a time I was a dancer. well kinda still am just more of a teaher/ choreographer these days but old habits seem to die hard…
^^bending over to grab a boppy pin turns into a full on ponche’
^^your closet consits of more items to sweat in then items to look cute in
^^your binge shopping is for leggings instead of jeans
^^shavasana at the end of yoga turns into a mental choreography sesh instead of relaxation
^^driving is even better. each song on the radio turns into a full on competition number with turn sections and leg holds all before even getting to work.
^^your feet are scarred and caliced. flip flops are no longer an option.
^^sitting in church is hard. moving is essential for us crazies
^^the only makeup I know how do to is full stage. eyelashes, red lips, and all its glory
^^your husband will request a king bed so you have space to move and stretch all night long or he ends up with bruises.
^^suddenly a week off is too much to handle. what do I do with all my free time?
^^require a wood floor in your future home for ultimate turn competitions and choreo sessions.
^^T.V. works as an optimal mirror when you don’t have one.
^^ the only hairstyle you rock is the sweaty bun.
^^when celine dion speaks to your soul.
^^staying up late to watch other dancers on youtube and wishing that was you.
^^you sew your pointe shoes with floss. it’s a little secret:)
^^your slightly terrifed and humilited when off count. that will never happen again:)
I could honestly go on and on and on but looking back I love this lifestyle. I am so glad I grew up as a dancer and contiue to grow in it. I would not be the attention loveing, stage needing, sweat wearing girl I am today without it. So cheers to hopefully another long run in this crazy buisness.
xoxo
Jessie Ann
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