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Apr 16, 2006 03:59

I haven't been to dance in a week. I went to Target on Friday to try on swimsuits. I got depressed. That ballet body ideal will be in my head forever. I didn't really realize how fucked up it was until I got away from it and involved with other kinds of dance.

Before the International Gala all the performers were clumped under the stage waiting for their turn. A girl in Hip Hop Collabo was using make-up to give her stomach the appearance of a six-pack, something I did when I was the midriff-baring Indian Princess in the Little Princess ballet the summer before college. When the said girl went to Dance Society to ask if it looked good, one girl said, "you have a beautiful stomach, why are you covering it up with all of that?"

Whoa. Now I dance with girls who eat Cheetos instead of throwing them up.
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