Notes to Self: Dear Brooklyn Dancer,

Note to self: Sweet baby girl, you take up as much space as you can. The world is vast and the universe expanding. Cowards will try to make you small. They will line their pockets with your insecurities. Starve them. Deny THEM. Not yourself.Restriction won’t help you grow.And you can’t hate yourself to happy. TheyContinue reading “Notes to Self: Dear Brooklyn Dancer,”

The Extremist, the Ocean, and Enough

I’m an extremist. I understand that now. I’m a perfectionist who thinks things (myself included) are either perfect or terrible, and if I’m not perfect than I must be shit. I am unlearning that dichotomy. As a student, I’d claim I failed an exam if I landed a C. I thought I wasn’t a goodContinue reading “The Extremist, the Ocean, and Enough”