Is it too late to become a ballerina?
Each Friday morning at ten o’clock, I struggle to disprove popular opinion.
The will is there—oh how I want to be a ballerina.
However, it may be too late.
Instead of ballet slippers, I wear my black Bombas no-slip socks ignoring the large hole in each heel.
My frazzled hair floats around my head, unthinkable to style in a bun.
Ballerinas wear pink; I do not own one article of pink clothing.
My arms will not gracefully encircle my head; my elbows are pointy.
And I don’t speak the language. Ballet is an art form full of French words, a great majority of which have The Acute Accent (L'Accent Aigu) over an e in dance-related terms such as in ballonné, jeté, relevé, coupé, or chassé.
Still and yet, I long to be a ballerina.