When I was a very little girl, I wanted to be a ballerina. I thought they were so pretty with their pink tutus and pointe shoes, and I loved the way they’d spin around on their toes and leap in the air…I still love the ballet, even all these years later. I was rather rudely woken from that dream when I didn’t grow any taller than 5’3. Even if I never did it professionally, I still wished I could have done it in my spare time as exercise or something. Alas, I can do the positions of the feet/arms, and I can attempt a quasi-arabesque, but that’s it. To say I’m jealous of women that can do that kind of stuff seemingly with no effort is an understatement.