It’s not only the technique that matters, but rather what’s in your soul. If your soul is beautiful, you’re beautiful in all ways.
Classical ballet is all based on these fairy tale stories many, in many times. And so if you don’t see a black dancer or a more stocky dancer as someone who looks like a fairy, then you’re not going to be casted in that role. Which is like, “Well, who defines what a fairy looks like? Isn’t it a mythical creature?”
You have to be so strong to be a professional ballet dancer. You have to push yourself and push yourself, and it’s never perfect. And to be different means you may even have to be stronger.
Ballet is not anatomically correct.
William Forsythe (via theballetblog)
FOR REAL.
If you think about it, all other sports are in tune to evolution. They promote things like running, swimming and throwing-things that helped us escape predators long ego. But there is nothing that tells us as humans to lift our leg over our heads or turn on the tips of our toes.
This is one of the many reasons why I think that ballet is on such a higher level than other sports- we have to go against what our body naturally strives for.
(via kingdomoftheballerino)
We all seen the tumblr post stating the reasons why it’s important to open up/stretch out your hip flexors and ever since I read it, that’s one thing I’ve been trying to do daily. I came across this video and I love doing it in the morning. I think it works, but that’s just me.
I just saved 3800+ dancers some injuries :) YOU WELCOME
To dance is to express oneself. To dance ballet is to use oneself to express somethin beyond oneself.
Me: Thanks daddy for buying me brand new, $90.00 Russian pointe shoes :)
Dad: No problem sweetheart. Take good care of them.
Me: Of course daddy *grins evilly*
10 minutes later……
Me: *step on box* *bend the shank* *beat them on the front porch* *burn the ribbons*
Dad: 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱
……happens every time
My Daddy is firm.
*looks down my dress*
Baby girl: “What are you doing?”
Daddy: “looking at your breasts. Because they’re mine and I can.”
Baby girl: “So says you.”
Daddy puts baby girl into time out, hands on her head and panties around her knees. After time out, Daddy puts baby girl over His knee and spanks her bottom sharply.
Daddy: “Do you have something to say baby girl?”
Baby girl: “I’m sorry Daddy. They’re your breasts.”
My Daddy is loving.
Daddy: “You are a special girl. There aren’t many people in this world, if any, like you.”
Baby girl: “Thats not true Daddy. There are so many people who are kinder, work harder, have bigger hearts….”
*Daddy spanks baby girl*
Daddy: “I’m doing this because I love you. You are so special. I know no one has ever really told you just how special you are but I’m going to help you see just how special you are.”
My Daddy is kind.
*Babygirl is coloring a fairy picture*
Daddy: “That looks really nice. You’re doing a great job. Now it’s time for bed Babygirl.”
Babygirl: “May I just finish the wings? Please Daddy? I’m almost done.”
Daddy: “Go ahead and finish the wings Babygirl. They look beautiful.”
My Daddy is thoughtful.
*Daddy pulls Babygirl onto His chest, sticks her binky in her mouth, and rubs her back.*
Daddy: “ We should just stay like this all day. You can color. We can take a little nap. Babygirl can play with the trains.”
Babygirl: “I haven’t played with toys….”
Daddy: “You played with toys this morning!”
Babygirl: *giggles* I didn’t mean BIG GIRL toys. I meant little girl toys.
Daddy: “Those are Babygirl toys.”
My Daddy is consistent.
*Babygirl has had a difficult evening and is crying and having a panic attack. Daddy works on calming her down and soothes her tears and big feelings.*
Daddy: “Okay baby girl. Get up. It’s time for your punishment from breaking all those rules.”
*Babygirl whimpers and whines*
*Daddy takes baby girls chin in His hands and makes her look into His eyes.“
Daddy: "I know you had a rough night Babygirl. I know you felt anxious. You need consistency from Daddy. I promised you I’d always be a consistent Daddy and your punishments help you feel better.”
I need a girl to give me her hoodie and over sized sweatpants, let me play with her hair and try different makeup styles on her even if she hates makeup. I need a girl who’ll watch scary movies with me and let me squeeze her hand as tight as I need to, and a girl who’ll motivate me to get out of bed at 4am just so she can satisfy her craving for Taco Bell. I need a girl who’ll brush their teeth next to me in the morning and watch my favorite shows with me even if she can’t stand them. I need a girl who’ll let me cuddle and lay on top of her and fall asleep while she runs her fingers up and down my arms or trace little shapes on my back with her fingers. I need a girl who’ll be head over heels for me and any girl who looks my way, she’ll feel safe knowing I have the same love invested in her, as she does in me. I just need a girl who’ll stay and put up with my craziness, and let me bite her shoulder or put my head up her shirt, or even lick her face when things start getting heated just to piss her off. I need a girl who’ll take all my flaws and rearrange them in her head to make me out as someone perfect to her, and I need a girl who knows I’d do the exact same for her.
