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well here is an update on my second ballet class. my second ballet class made me want to cry. during my second ballet class i wore the same clothes i wore for my first ballet class, and the clothes smelled bad and i smelled bad because i forgot to go home last night because i was drinking wine and beer and watching people have singalongs in someone's cold house instead.
anyway, i looked forlornly at my three-foot-wide ribcage in the mirror while everyone else looked scornfully at me and the teacher gave me encouraging smiles and told me to please demonstrate my first position plie and then politely explained that she would rather it be shallow than bad. everyone else did: chasee chasee pique pique lame duck chasee across the floor while i made sad attempts at spotting and got dizzy.
also i looked sadly at: everyone's long slender arms, everyone's tiny rib cage and waist, everyone's perfectly aligned hips
anyway, i looked forlornly at my three-foot-wide ribcage in the mirror while everyone else looked scornfully at me and the teacher gave me encouraging smiles and told me to please demonstrate my first position plie and then politely explained that she would rather it be shallow than bad. everyone else did: chasee chasee pique pique lame duck chasee across the floor while i made sad attempts at spotting and got dizzy.
also i looked sadly at: everyone's long slender arms, everyone's tiny rib cage and waist, everyone's perfectly aligned hips