It seems almost every girl who breaks her neck or back has a sad story about how she used to love to dance. Well, I have one as well. Growing up I loved to dance, and ballet had a special place in my heart. Ever since I found out what toe shoes were and how they made a girl look when she went up on her two feet, I was obsessed. And the frilly tu-tus didn’t help slake my obsession.

And even though I never made it into pointe classes pre-injury, ballet was always my favorite style of dance. There was something peacefully hypnotic about ballet classes. The swooshing of the feet when going through the different positions, the arc of the arms … oh, I better stop now. It hurts to think about.

Ever since my injury, it’s been incredibly difficult for me to watch ballet again. It hurt too much to watch girls doing what I used to love to do. I want it to be me up on that stage, not them, but there’s nothing I can do about it. As a result, I decided to no