Young girls at Matthew F. Maury School improvising variations on their teacher’s dance moves, Richmond, Virginia, USA, May 1950. (Photographer Nina Leen)“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
- Friedrich Nietzsche
Since I was a little girl, like most little girls I’d imagine, the concept of growing up to be a ballerina was something which entertained my thoughts on a regular basis and evoked a feeling of wonder and delight within me.
So when my Mum enrolled me in ballet class at the age of 6 or 7, I will never forget the throat constricting excitement mixed with fear which consumed me on that day of my first ever ballet class. I remember holding Mum’s hand and walking down the path in my pale pink tights and podgy little bottom held snugly in place by my pink cotton leotard with every step I took towards the front door.
I also remember my nasty ballet teacher, who took an obvious disliking to me, telling me constantly that I was frumpy and heavy footed and in no way built to be a ballerina. Continue Reading →
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