Suddenly, all I could see in the mirror was a fuzzy, dancer-shaped outline. I had accidentally rubbed out my contacts right before pliés and, frustrated, resigned myself to an unproductive two hours. As class progressed, however, something strange happened: I felt far more relaxed and placed. My balances at barre were steadier, I didn’t have … More »
Sit in any ballet dressing room long enough, and you’ll start to hear one dancer complain about her jiggly thighs. Then another will chime in about the extra flesh on her stomach. Someone else will grumble about the size of her calves.