Moira Shearer

I will be the first to tell you that I can not dance well. I was told once that I would be good at it, but it has just never been something I felt comfortable doing unless in the comfort of my own basement. I do not know the names of famous ballerinas or dancers, yet I admire them so. Some days though, I stand on my tippy toes and I pretend that I am those people. For a moment, I am not worried about my skin, or the boy who left me, I am beautiful and even though no one is watching, I can feel eyes upon me. There is no judgement in them, just awe.