RECOVERY: Why I hung up my ballet shoes for good

It’s 1999. I wait with my mum in the entrance of the church, wearing a sea-green leotard and matching scrunchy, watching the older girls finishing their isolations in the main hall. They are graceful, passionate, musical. They wear black leotards, because they’re all grown-up and they’ve earned their grade eight already. I feel excited and … Continue reading RECOVERY: Why I hung up my ballet shoes for good