Don Quixote

17

Growing up I took dance classes. I started when I was 8 years old and have taken them ever since then.

I used to enjoy it a lot more than I do now. Now it just feels like I can't quit because I've been doing it for so long, also I need the exercise.

Doing it while your young you do it because you like it. It's something entertaining you and a fun way to spend your time.

As I got older it felt more like a chore and it was just something I had to do because I had been doing it for so long there was no point in quitting.

Another thing about growing up and doing dance, you stop just dancing because it's fun. You want to be good at it.

"Practice makes perfect" although it seems like no matter how hard I try or how long I practice I don't improve as much as the other girls.

I have my categories of dance I'm better at. Like ballet and hip-hop. Sometimes it seems like everyone is better than you in everything and I realized that more as I aged.

I remember there was this girl named Lisa.

She was perfect.

Not only was she a great dancer with confidence and technique she was gorgeous.

I would stare at her in class wishing I was more like her.

She was tall, blue eyes, blonde hair,

Skinny.

She was so skinny you could see her shoulder blades while she just stood there doing nothing with her arms. She was so skinny when she stood with her feet together her legs did not touch each other. Her collarbones were deep and her arms were thin and delicate looking.

I know envy is a horrible emotion but I just couldn't help it. She was just so beautiful and better than me.

She was a better dancer too which did not help.

She had quiet a few friends at the dance studio, unlike me who only had 1 or 2 at the time.

I've always dreamed of being like her. Popular and skinny and pretty and talented.