Theres something so beautiful about ballet.

I absolutely love it.

I love watching it, I love studying it and I love dancing it. I love the form of the movement – the softness. Theres a poised gracefulness in the movement of the dance yet there is an unspoken strength and determination underlying every plié to pirouette.

I think most little girls have at some point wanted to be a ballerina. I know this is something I have always wanted to do. I wish I had had ballet classes growing up rather than gymnastics.

But starting late doesn’t mean its unachievable. In some ways because my bones are more developed they are better for point work rather someone younger who is still growing. But starting later does mean I have to work alot harder. I have to be alot more determined.

I have to practice alot more and condition my muscles and my feet to stretch and extend in ways they never had to before. For example, things like sitting on the studio floor with my feet jammed under the piano (which really kills might I add!) to stretch and condition my feet to point with a greater arch.

Its been alot of hard work, but its worth it. I love it. To be able to perform would be a dream, but like anything I know its a journey.

If I could dance every day I would.