“That’s a lot of weight to carry,” I heard a voice say, as I sat on the floor of the dance studio, stretching before class.
I blushed. Even though I had not been mentioned by name, and had been looking down at the floor so I had no way of knowing if this person referred to me, it was awkward. They had been discussing breasts and previous to this I had never in my life heard anyone refer to boobs as “weight”. And so, as far as “carrying weight”, well I had a lot to carry.
Before signing up for ballet, I had been so excited about my weight loss that I didn’t stop to think if my top-heaviness would be a problem. Short story: it was. Quick physics lesson: When an object’s center of gravity is located closer to the top of the object than the bottom, it becomes more and more unstable the closer it is to the top, assuming the bottom doesn’t compensate for it. Well, I was the picture of instability! In real life (meaning while not in ballet class), I had a habit of leaning back slightly to compensate for the weight. Especially since my bottom half does not match my top half. That went out the window the first time the teacher corrected me on my posture. “lean forward, shift your weight to the front onto your toes, not your heels” she said. I heard, I understood the words, there was just no way that my body was going to be able to physically pull it off. I resolved to work on my back and core strength.
So, this was the first time it came to my attention that my body type(shape?) was going to present an additional challenge. At the same time though, I was super motivated. I would show them! When there’s a will there’s a way and nothing strenghthens my will like a challenge.
I would do ballet, my “extra weight” and other’s opinion of it be damned.