Ma makes sense, she really does, but I just feel so heavy and gross, and I miss ballet so much, I completely lose myself
I sink onto my bed in horror. Have I gained weight? What, when?
Getting up slowly, I head to the full-size mirror on the wall.
I look the same, don’t I? But my dress won’t fit. I try on another, a tapered suede burgundy. It won’t close.
How can this be happening? On top of everything else?
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