"Dance is not only for kids who are perfect ballerinas. Dance is an outlet for anyone who has pain, or sadness in a their life."
Vicki Smith
Every perfect princess ballerina wants to be the black swan.
Momma’s and Daughters
Damn I love my mom.
We bond so well. I love when my dad goes out of town, and my mom and I just talk and bond. We laugh about everything, and just get a long.
“You see, it’s a very red neck thing…” haha just starting off like that, there’s no end to what my mom and I can talk about. Today she openly let me bitch to her about what she does that bothers me. Like who does that?! I cannot wait till I can go out and drink with my mom. Holy shit that’s going to be so funny. I mean my mom said ‘fuck’ like three times today! haha I am very blessed to have the mother that I do. We fight a lot, but we love each other so much.
guys..my mom said bitch, shit, and fuck today…what is this…I love it hahaha
Momma’s and Daughters <3
"Bitch don’t take my barre, and we won’t have a problem."
Life of a dancer.
Penny pincher
Daily dreamer
Laundry mat lover
Terrified teenager
Life so beautiful
So fresh. So rare.
Adventures are plentiful
Chances everywhere.
Memories being held,
While music is being played
Life is quite amazing,
And as she stares amazed.
Amazed at what’s in front of her,
Limitless, boundless.
Beautiful, rare
And it’s all hers.
Oh, as she reads her magazine,
And she waits for the final buzz,
Tosses her cloths in her bag,
And sets out on the town.
She packed up all her potential,
And everything she new.
Put on a stellar pair of shoes,
And set out to make a name for herself.
Penny pincher
Daily dreamer
Laundry mat lover
Terrified teenager
"With our legs we show technique. With our arms, we dance."
Dmitri Malikov
Dancer’s smile about it.
People need to see, and feel what it’s like to be a dancer.
From the cringing pain inside our bodies as we twist and move in ways that human’s shouldn’t,
And we smile about it.
We stand, on our toes, in shoes made of paper, glue, and a wooden block for over two hours,
And smile about it.
Our skin slowly hardens, and bruises, as we fall from great heights as if to emote,
And we smile about it.
As we carefully stretch each muscle to be longer and leaner than it was before,
We smile about it.
As we sweat under burning hot stage lights, and they shine in our face,
We smile about it.
When we love putting on beautiful make up, fake eyelashes, lipstick, and sparkly earrings,
We certainly smile about that.
Even when we have to scrub all that off at the end of the night, and your lips are still stained red the next morning,
We smile, because we know how well we did. We know we did what many others cannot.
Dancers have incredible physical and emotional strength.
We get scolded, and critiqued, and corrected, and judged, and put down.
But in the end, when we’re on that stage,
Holding that ending pose,
The audience rises to their feet,
That smile reaches from ear to ear.
I am proud to call myself a dancer.
