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As big as the teacher when I started ballet at eight, by eleven, I towered over her. Imagine me en pointe. At the barre, she’d correct our positions, cigarette in hand, her voice already a bit gravely. Her advice to me: Lose some weight.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 7:13 AM
4 Comments:
i'm sorry, this post while sad still had me cracking up. all i could think was, geez lady, you should talk, give up the smokes!!!
In fairness, if I'd been chain smoking by 9, I might have been thinner!
that's true. ;)
LOL. You're both insane.
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