Every ballet dancer trains, sweats, cries, falls and trains again - that's what makes us dancers.
I am a ballet dancer, and so only look at the graceful leaps and never ask about the feet. We do this to become beauty. Yet we are warriors too. Dancers are tough. It takes a resolve of iron to get this far, a resolve that can't be stolen, begged or borrowed... everyone on the stage has endured hardship for the sake of our art.... that's why we respect one another so very much.
A ballet dancer is a giver, for it is learned early to deal with pain in a way that makes the art better, to channel it into a new form of energy, for in that transformation the dancer is transformed into true art.
The stage under my feet is the only applause I ever need, to feel that strong support beneath those silk slippers. Though I love the crowds and fame, my true love is always the act of dancing, the feeling of being able to make those leaps and twirls look so easy, as if they cost me nothing at all and it is only my pleasure to give.
I am a ballet dancer with the sores and calloused feet to prove that my feat was truly earned in pain. Yet nothing in my existence has ever brought me more joy than the dance, to say that I belong to the ballet, that part of my DNA is dance.
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