Words don’t care.

von Fee

These are my mother’s ballet shoes.

I danced for six years until my ballet instructor told me that I was too tall, my legs too long and apparently there was something wrong with my feet. She told me I was welcome to train more, have lessons six days a week, but in the end because of my body I would be nothing more than mediocre.

I dropped out of ballet school that day and returned to my first love: Writing. Paper doesn’t blush, ink is never judgmental and words don’t care if your legs are long.

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