If you're a ballerina, then Anna Pavlova will never be a strange name to you. This great ballerina once said before:" You must know all about love, but you must learn to do without it."
So, being a ballerina, I've been dancing for more than ten years, well, (13 years, technically). In search of excellence, I tried my best to hold my body straight, to keep my head uphigh, to keep my back perfectly shows the beautiful muscle lines, to force my myself doing those 'breathtaking' stretch works (oh well, maybe it ain't something suprising), to pointe my feet hard and etc etc etc. I'd done everything possible to excel in this beautiful, elegance art. And so, I got it, to be the best student in my class, to be the youngest one in the major grade of Advance 1 class.
However, I'd always realized something. I didn't really feel very very happy that I used to feel. I felt......STRESSED. Yes, I was stressed, when I can't do an exercice well, when I saw the other girls did better than I did, when my teacher told me my ankles had weakened, that they're no longer as strong as they were when I was doing en pointe. I felt like something's gone wrong, so wrong, that my whole world was collapsing. I used to be kinda sad, depressed for times when I was alone. I hid myself in the dark, consoling myself, just like a wounded kitten licking itself in the dark lonely corner. I'd always prayed for the times when the happy lil girl went into classes and followed her teacher, imitating her every single movement to rewind. It made me felt better then. However, it wouldn't make things go better. My nightmare kept haunting me, till I quited ballet, a hard decision. How miserable my life of ballet ended.
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