It feels as though ballet expresses everything I've ever needed to say and everything I've ever felt. My body moves not yet in a rhythm strong enough to surpass my doubts but strong enough to impress them, in a rhythm that exorcises all past hurts, rapes, lies, victimizations, done to me and mine done to others, and the pain...all that pain. It transforms the pain into strength and pure joy. I wink to an invisible onlooker as I elegantly float my hands into 1st position and intentionally scrape a foot against opposite foot, ankle, shin...into passé. I lift up on my standing leg into relevé. I feel a strength in my legs, a strength in my core, and a strength in my soul, for I have been through so, so much, and here I am, turning all the debris into something edible, something tasty, something so elegantly beautiful it takes my breath away.
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