I have been hiding from ballet class. I wish that were a clever metaphor, but it’s not. I have been hiding from ballet class. Every week, I book a class, and twelve hours before it begins, I cancel the booking. At first, I told myself it was for other reasons, like having work to do or people to see or rest to take. But by the time week six rolled around, I knew. I am hiding from ballet class. I bought everything, too. The leotard, the tights, the shoes. Everything I used to wear once a week from the ages […]
