I've always wished that I could be a ballerina. Not a "baller"rina- but a timeless, classical, graceful ballerina. I took ballet for a few years growing up, along with tap and jazz and just about every other childhood activity you can think of (I rarely stuck with anything longer than a year or two). Ramsey offers ballet classes and I am just dying to take one. Along with a hip hop class. But they are COMPLETELY different. I have to take both. Sometime before I graduate. I think I'd really like to take ballet even after college. I mean, why not?
Mostly, this just makes me think of how in high school.....get ready for this....I WANTED to be awkward. Somewhere, someone, or something implanted in my brain that awkwardness was desirable. It seemed more "real" and made you more approachable. Perhaps it was a little too much Seth Cohen. So, I actually tried to intimate awkward movements. I already said and still say the wrong thing at the wrong time and to the wrong person and all of that. I have that down pat. But I've never been clumsy and I wanted to be!
Isn't it crazy how as different points in our lives we dislike the silliest things about ourselves? I use to hate being taller than every one else and my long skinny legs. Nowadays? I would LOVE to grow a few more inches.
I used to beg my mom to let me high light my almost black hair blonde. Blonde high lights? Are you kidding me? I also had a color contact phase. Along with a sunless tanner phase. Now I wouldn't trade my black hair and light brown eyes for anything else. I've learned to love myself exactly the way that the Lord made me.
Since everybody is an individual, nobody can
be you. You are unique. Your life is your own.
You mold it. You make it. - Eleanor Roosevelt
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