I have been dancing for one month now–despite my fears– and it has been absolutely fantastic. Though I am no prima ballerina, and we are not on pointe (we are on “demi-pointe” which is a fancy way of saying “on your tippy toes”), I am finding things within myself that I would have never found if it wasn’t for my dance classes.
In order to do ballet correctly, it demands certain things out of you.
Ballet demands discipline, but in turn it transforms your body to one of grace and beauty.
Ballet demands you let go of fear and self-doubt, but in turn it fills empty stores of confidence.
Ballet demands you are quiet, so your body can speak louder than your voice ever could.
Ballet demands you work in spite of the hurt and in turn it strengthens muscles you never even knew you had.
As my friend (and ballet classmate!) beautifully puts it, ballet is healing.
As the fabulous Elizabeth Esther (who is not my friend, but whose blog I read often enough to trick myself into thinking we’re friends) says, ballet is living art.
Ballet is rebuilding things within me I didn’t even realize were broken. It is strengthening me in ways I never thought possible.
Ballet is challenging.
Ballet is healing.
Ballet is beautiful.