A few minutes into class, it was clear I was way in over my head. My brain was toast. There are times in life where I have been told to sit it out-but never in dance! Dancers don’t think like that. Like me, if they are hungry, they fight.
I was used to being bypassed and feeling invisible. Lo and behold, when it came time to pick a few select students to perform in front of the 200 or so students, he came up to me and held out his hand. I stared at him terrified. “I can’t! ” I whispered. “Yes you can” he said, “No, I’ll mess the choreo up” . “It’s not about that” he replied.
We shared a collective starvation mindset and equated beauty and popularity with thinness. The diet of choice was cigarettes and diet coke mixed with milk.
