fat ballerina

this was the name my older siblings gave me when we were younger. i am not sure where the nickname came from considering that i was neither fat, nor a ballerina, but the name stuck. today, i was reminded of this term of endearment.

for the first time in maybe....8 years?! i went to a dance class. the only one i could find at the time i could go was an "intermediate" ballet class. i was unsure what intermediate meant although i was 95% sure it was above my more appropriately titled "basic" level. when i walked through the door my eyes were greeted by limber thin women each with a leg occupying a more impossible space then the next.

needless to say that the class proceeded (at least for me) like a scene from a comedic movie.  despite that - it was nice to dance again (even if at a level and style that is physically impossible for me).