Since the age of six, I knew that I was to be a dancer. The beauty of the long, graceful bodies, radiate throughout the space, as I feel my heart clench with fulfillment. I am fascinated by the lingering, yet precise movements, which the dancers seem to perform with such ease. They stretch their legs as if reaching for the heavens; grind their Pointe shoes into the floor as if to conquer hell. Perfection is …showed first 75 words of 318 total…

…showed last 75 words of 318 total…at the mirror. Toes pointed to their fullest extent, as if being pulled by some invisible string. At that one single moment, I’m suspended in mid-air, until I start to fall toward the ground. I make a poised landing, stepping through, landing quietly, as if I’m only a whisper. I step out, and face the mirror, out of breathe, but fully content as the thought of what just happened passes through my mind.