Whats Inside my Dance Bag

I am not a high level ballerina so I don't have pointe shoes, toe pads, and all that stuff (as much as I wish I did). So, here is a video of what is normally in my dance bag!

Who Inspires You?

"Who inspires you?"  During thanksgiving, my cousin Charlie once asked me this question. He said: "Who inspires you? You can't become an amazing dancer without having someone to look at." I believe that I am my own inspiration. You can do anything without looking up to someone else. Though, since that Thanksgiving day I have asked myself, who inspires me?

So as i'm doing the normal demi plie, grand plie, into the barre, and out of the barre combination my mind keeps going back to the person or thing that I look up to. "I'm thinking that my inspiration could be cousins and friends living out in California, when I realize that she is fixing my leg position, right next to me.  My teacher, Austin. 

Austin has a voice like honey, and hands like a warm blanket. But most importantly, she guides and motivates me through every step I take. She is a fairy. She knows whats going on, but she doesn't talk a lot. Though, when she does talk, the honey spills out, hugging onto you and grasping you in to its sweet smell. Austin is the type of dancer that you see at the ballet and makes you cry. She is a gorgeous dancer, my role model, my motivation and my inspiration. 

Lifting the Soul Through Art

Being 12, people go around thinking "Oh, look at that girl she must give her mother a hard time. Dating boys, wearing makeup, and constantly texting." But, I don't. I am a 12 year old girl who has her mom as her best friend, and is into things like meditation. I am a girl who can't stand when I see kissing and grinding at a school dance. Now reading this, your probably thinking: "Oh f this. She is gonna turn into the worst 13 year old because shes acting like shes so not like the normal teenager. But what keeps me from saying and doing what a normal teenage girl does, is a movement of hope--dance. Dance is something something that I can walk into and feel relaxed. Relaxed that I have people there that also aren't the normal teenager, that don't care if i'm not wearing a bra yet, and don't care that i don't own the top fashion lines and I'm not popular. This offers me a place to get transformed into being whatever I want to be. If I want to be a Spanish ballerina performing Don Quixote while doing my pirouettes, I will. Or, if I want to be the beautiful Giselle while doing my glissades, I will. I wish more teens could transform themselves into being what they are, not what someone else is.
The best person I can look for to transform is my dance teacher, Austin. Since I saw her perform, I will never forget the majestic butterfly that she was. She wasn't my dance teacher, I didn't see her as Austin. She was a butterfly. Every step she took she created a sentence for her story. And she created a butterfly who found the perfect place to fly.